"Bigfoot (Part 8)" by Randy Long

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The water from To-Wonga Falls seemed magical. It seemed to give all in our party new energy. I’m thinking the water has something to do with the anti-aging of that world, and To-Wonga Falls was the headway. That’s why the water glows there.

That planet has the Fountain of Youth. Only it doesn’t keep you a child, but it does keep you from growing old.

After drinking the water at To-Wonga Falls, we all emptied our water containers and filled them up again at the falls. We all felt better than we had in years. It had only been a day, but I already had more of a spring in my step.

So we were off to Oasis Village, the high desert village. We hadn’t seen any Bigfoot people in two days. The average days were 80 to 85 degrees, and sunrise was at 5:00 A.M., Twin Phoenix time. Sunset was about 10:00 P.M. The closer we got to the high mountain desert, the longer the days seemed to be.

What I wouldn’t have given for some kind of transportation other than walking, but as long as we had To-Wonga River water, we all had more energy.

We eventually ran across some humans heading west, and they said we were two days away from Oasis Village. One man pulled me aside and said, “Why are you with that Bigfoot lover?” And I asked him what he meant. He told me Tracy was a spy for the Bigfoot people and to watch out. She had gotten someone he knew into trouble.

She had told a Bigfoot about his friend, and from then on, that friend had to live in Bigfoot City and was watched constantly. I thanked him and told him I wouldn’t mention his name. And then I told Ed that Tracy couldn’t be trusted.

He got mad but understood, and he said, “I knew she had a secret. I just didn’t know what.”

I told him that we needed to talk to her. “Tracy, come here,” I said, “We need to talk. I was told that you’re a traitor to your own kind.”

She said, “Now that I know the real truth about what we discovered at To-Wonga Falls, and the Bigfoot people said they were the Ancients… Now I know that’s not true. I know I’ll have to earn your respect and trust in me. I will try by best.”

“Why did you tell on your own kind?” I asked.

“I was told that those humans were eating animals and trying to kill the Bigfoot.”

I told her I understood, and I asked if she was told to spy on us. She said, “Yes, but after getting to know you all, I wouldn’t. I consider you family and know you wouldn’t harm anyone.”

Oasis Village was just over the next rise. It was an all human village in the high desert. As we walked into the village, we noticed that is was huge and had a lake in the center of town with an inlet and outlet streams. The water in the lake glowed just like To-Wonga.

But we were still on a mission, and we talked to the elders, and that night we had a fish fry. The elders told me there were caves to the west, and they had heard there might be someone living there, but they weren’t sure if it was who we were seeking or not.

The next morning, I told everyone to stay there and stock up on supplies. I was going to the caves and would be back in 3 or 4 days. It was most of a good day’s walk to the caves, and I proceeded to look through the caves, but didn’t find any sign of anyone living there.

Well, two days had gone by, and I decided that, on the third day, I would head back to Oasis Town. I went to sleep that night, and about an hour before daylight, I was awakened by a sound. Someone was standing over me and screaming, “What are you doing in my cave! GET OUT! Don’t come back!”

I was half asleep, and I said, “Bill Johnson sent me.”

The man stopped screaming and said, “Do you know Bill?”

I said, “Yes, I do. Bill told me to find you.” I asked his name. Bill told me his name was Kermit the Hermit, and if he didn’t say Kermit, if he answered with anything else, he wasn’t who I was looking for.

He said, “George.”

“My friend Bill says, if you say anything but this specific name, you’re not who I’m looking for,” I said and turned to leave.

And he said, “Wait a minute. Bill taught you well. I’m Kermit the Hermit.”

“Wow! I’ve been looking for you for at least 6 months. I’m looking for the Golden Compass.”

In reply, Kermit said, “Show me the Golden Key.” From a cord around my neck, I pull the Golden Key out of my shirt. Kermit said, “I didn’t know it actually existed. Now the Golden Compass… Well, it’s like this. I couldn’t keep it on me, from fear of the Bigfoot, so I hid it in a dark place deep in the caves.”

I said, “Do you know about the Ancients at To-Wonga Falls?”

Kermit said, “Yes, we all do around here. Oasis Town and the surrounding area. Some of the people near Bigfoot City even know there, but they can’t talk about it. They’re afraid of the Bigfoot people.

I said that wasn’t how it was supposed to be.

“Well, let’s go in the cave and get the compass,” I said. We started walking.

After a while, Kermit said, “I have to warn you, I have a friend in the caves.”

I thought, “How bad could that be?” and as I turned a corner in the cave it opened up into a great big, giant room, and in the corner of the room was a Bigfoot sitting in a dimly lit area. I looked at Kermit and said, “What the…?”

And Kermit said, “Relax, it’s not what you think. This is…well, I call him Ralph, but his real name is Rafe-Gun, but you can call him Ralph. He’s actually the King of all Bigfoot, or he’s supposed to be, but there are too many Bigfoot that wanted to rule everyone instead of the way it’s supposed to be. If Ralph could become King again, like he’s suppose to, the Bigfoot people would be the protectors, not the rulers.”

“Hey Kermit,” I said, “about the---ya know…”

“It’s okay. Ralph knows, too,” Kermit says to Ralph, “He’s come for the Golden Compass.”

Ralph had it camouflaged, but he handed it to me. Ralph looked at me and said in my head, “I need help to get control of my people again.”

I looked at Kermit and asked, “Is he serious?”

And Kermit said, “Yes, and I trust him completely.”

“Okay,” I said, “with the Golden Key and the compass, we can make you King again. We need to go back to Oasis Town, so I can get back to the ones I came with and talk to the elders about Ralph.”
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---Randy Long

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"Bigfoot (Part 7)" by Randy Long

There were so many animals in that world that they needed to be regulated. Some of the animals were domesticated, and most all the animals were pretty tame ‘cuz there was no threat, from or against. Most humans lived by water there and were farmers. The primary food there was grown, and a few people threw nets in the water for fish.

Highland Town, I believed, was just on the other side of the next mountain. We came around the corner, and at the top of the mountain, there it was! We came into town and were met by the Elders of the town, and we asked if they’d seen Ed. They said yes! And they said he was on the other side of town. They proceeded to show us around.

They were very friendly people. I could see why Ed stayed there. It was a pretty big town for a human residence in that world. One of the elders said, “Let me see if they’re here.” He knocked on the door, and sure enough Ed came out and greeted us.

I guess I never seen anyone so happy to see anyone before. “Hey, good to see you two!” The elders left, and sure enough, Ed had a girlfriend. Her name was Tracy. Seemed real nice. I asked if Linda and Tracy would make something to eat.

Really, I just wanted to talk to Ed alone. Told him sorry he couldn’t go home, but we need to talk. I told him, the Bigfoot people say we can’t leave. “Well, between you and me, I’ve got a plan!” I told him I met a man named Bill, and he told me a story and we might be able to go home, but it won’t be easy.

I started telling Ed about the doorways, and asked if he remembered about the Golden Key I have around my neck. He remembered. I told him it came from the Bigfoot world. Bill told me this world has a bunch of keys, but it’s said there are only two Golden Keys. One was around my neck, and Bill gave me the other one. No one knows I have both, but it’s said that the Golden Keys will unlock any doorway, and might even allow us to go home, because there’s one thing that most people and the Bigfoot don’t know—there’s a magic doorway!

The magic doorway only appears in certain spots on this planet and at certain times, but needs a Golden Key to open it, and then the magic doorway will take you where you want to go.

But, of course, there’s a catch! There’s an old man who lives in a cave on the other side of the desert where a mountain starts and the desert ends. There’s a hidden cave in the side of the mountain. The old man knows when and where the door will appear. Bill said not to let the Bigfoot people find out. He said we would need one other thing, a compass. The compass will show us where the door will be. Bill said the old man in the cave can tell us where and how to find the compass. But above all, never let the Bigfoot people know anything!

We stayed a couple days, and we were all going to leave and look for the compass and the old man. Ed and his new-found friend, Tracy, were pretty chummy, and we asked her if she wanted to come with us. She said she did. She said she’d been there all her life.

Ed and I decided not to tell her our plans right away, just that we wanted to explore the planet more and that she would make the perfect guide. So we headed out of the village: myself, Linda, Ed and Tracy. (By the way, my name is Randy.) I told Tracy we would like to go to the high desert mountains to the human village of Oasis. I was told by Bill that the old man in the cave lived near there, or so Bill had heard. Tracy said it was a long journey away. She said she’d never been there but that she thought she knew how to get there.

So we were off to Oasis village in the high desert. Tracy said it was at least 3 or 4 weeks away.

Tracy and Ed were pretty close, but Ed said there was something about her. Maybe it was just that she was born there, or maybe something different. She was a bit secretive, like maybe she was hiding something.

Well, we were off. Tracy said we should first head to the Great Falls of To-Wonga. The Great Falls are the only place that an ancient statue still stands from the ancient people who lived there before the Bigfoot. This is the only remnant of the ancients left on this world that shows what they looked like, and Tracy said that at the Falls the water glows even at night!

I was real curious to see the statue of the ancient beings and to see what they looked like. We headed southeast through the Forest of Weer. They say the Forest of Weer’s trees are the oldest on that planet. The trees are blue, they say. When the planet was young there was less oxygen in the atmosphere and the trees grew blue, and some of the trees were thousands of years old. They say the largest one is 980 feet tall and over 30 feet around.

The Forest of Weer is the biggest forest. It’s said it’s a hundred million acres. We were only going through one edge of the forest, about 20 miles across. Amazing! Blue trees! Looking up and seeing as far as you can see, to the tops of the trees! There was thick brush and a small trail heading through the forest. It took three days to pass through the edge of the Forest of Weer.

While going through deep in the forest, we seen the blue jackalopes, the only place the jackalopes are blue, from eating plant life in the Forest of Weer. I was told by Tracy that it’s good luck to see blue jackalopes because they’re rare. After leaving the Forest of Weer, the trees became less dense and were back to green and normal foliage.

I noticed that the further southeast we went, the dryer the air became. There were also less trees, and the foliage was changing, becoming more desert like. There were also less Bigfoot people. It was odd not seeing Bigfoot people after seeing them all the time.

It had been a week since we’d run across any water. It was a good thing we had plenty of water with us.

A week and a half since we left the Forest of Weer, and we had three or four days more before we reached the Falls of To-Wonga. One more day passed, and we reached the River of To-Wonga. It seemed a flock of gryphons lived near the rocks next to the To-Wonga River. Tracy said it was two more days until we reached the falls.

Now that we were at the river, we stocked up on water and fish. I was amazed that the gryphons were friendly. They are legendary creatures with the head, talons, and wings of an eagle, and the body of a lion.

One more day passed uneventfully. We got up bright and early the next morning, so we could get to the falls. Finally, around noon, we showed up at To-Wonga Falls. To my astonishment, the ancients were humans. People who looked just like us were the first that ruled this planet!

The writings on the stone statue explained all: the humans left that planet and went through the doorways long ago. They left the planet so the animals would prosper and left the Bigfoot people in charge to protect them. It’s kind of funny—it went full circle. The true secret of that world is that the ancients knew. Humans would kill all the animals, and to preserve the planet, they all left.

Then we forgot that world.

They left the marker at To-Wonga Falls so anyone looking could find out, but it would take a long journey to find out. On one hand, I felt ashamed, and on the other I wondered how we lost our intelligence—and how many other planets did we go to through all the different doorways?

Knowing all of this changed how we looked at the world. We were all a bit more humble, but we still had a mission, and the next day we would be leaving To-Wonga Falls to go to Oasis village in the high desert.

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“Serialized Novella: ALLEN TOMBES – FIRE FROM WATER (Chapters 27 - 31)”

[When we last left our band of youngsters, they had been attacked by a phantom, who looked quite a bit like a witch who they thought had been killed! Though a couple of guards had been attacked by the creature, and their friend Shea had been stabbed and was lying unconscious on the steps outside Brashley Corp., Allen was somehow able to conjure a mysterious power and fight the phantom off before anyone else was injured. Let’s get back to the action!!! ---RFY]
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ALLEN TOMBES – FIRE FROM WATER (Chapter 27)

Chris came rushing down the corridor towards the doors. His eyes were wide and his sword drawn. He slowed down when he saw Allen and Rose standing inside, apparently unharmed. Two guards walked through the doors carrying Shea on a stretcher. She was barely conscious, her face scrunched up in pain, but she was clearly still alive. The next stretcher that came through the doors was completely covered by a green blanket, which was rapidly turning a dirty brown.

"Who?" Chris asked one of the men carrying the stretcher.

"Crosley," the man said, his voice low and choked.

"Are you guys okay?" Chris asked. They all nodded.

Chris's eyes narrowed at Angie. He said, "Your ear is bleeding." Angie raised her hand a wiped her fingers on the little trickle of blood.

"I'm bleeding?" she said, looking at the smear on her fingers, then wiping it off on her black jeans. "I must have scratched myself when I fell." She looked uncertain.

"I better take you to the infirmary," Chris said. "Come on."

"Seriously, it's nothing. It doesn't even hurt," Angie said, laughing.

Chris shook his head and waved for Angie to follow him as the elevator doors at the end of the corridor opened and Shayla strode out, followed closely by Cheever.

"...in broad daylight! And directly in front of our own doors!" She was fuming, and Cheever, who looked strange without his big grin in place, was nodding in agreement at every word Shayla said.

As Shayla walked nearer, the elevator doors opened again and six guards stepped out, two wearing red insignia and helmets with mirrored visors.

"Right!" Shayla said in a loud voice to the guards as they jogged down the hallway, "I want the steps cleared, a memory spell around the whole block, and then I want these doors sealed with every spell and charm we have access to. Solid, Ashley! Not a microbe gets in or out! Got it?" The taller of the two guards in helmets nodded, and the group rushed out the doors.

"Room for one more before you go into total lock-down?" said a head that had poked through the doors.

"Chaz!" Allen yelled.

"Hey kid," Chaz smiled and stepped inside.

"Charles, yes, you can join us, but we're going to need to talk as soon as we get this place secured," Shayla said. "First, Chris, I need you to take these three up to the training room," she waved at Allen, Rose, and Angie. "Cheever, go with them. We need to assess how well they can protect themselves and see if they will be of any use when the Shadows move." She looked, primarily, at Allen as she said this.

"Why so urgent? They haven't even started their classes yet," Chris asked. He looked Shayla directly in the eyes, although Allen wasn't certain what Chris had picked up on that he himself had missed.

"The seers have noticed a swell of magical energy just outside the building. We've analyzed it with the computers, and it appears to be an ionization field that's going to reach critical mass in the next forty-eight hours," Cheever said. He brushed his mustache and looked from Shayla to Chris.

"You mean..." Chris started to say, then shook his head. "They can't be trying to open a rift. They're planning a..."

"A full scale invasion," Shayla said.

"It looks like you folks are busy," Chaz said. "Maybe I'll come back some other time!" He waved at Allen and turned toward the doors.

Shayla shot him a look and he froze, smiling. "I'm kidding! I just need to get some things out of my van!" He put his hands up, as if expecting Shayla to throw something at him.

Instead, she pulled a phone out of her pocket and hit a few buttons. "Which one is yours?" she said to Chaz.

"Yellow VW Bus. The keys are under the floor mat," Chaz said, looking at Allen and shrugging.

"Ashley! Have Ostrander pull the yellow van into the garage... Yes, on the floor... Okay," she said and disconnected.

"From the size of the field they're generating," Shayla said to Chris, "the rift is going to be huge, several stories, at the least."

"But why? What could they need a door that big for?" Chris asked.

"Cheever thinks they may be trying to bring a Devourer through into our world," Shayla said.

"That's insane," Chris said, his eyes wide and the corner of his mouth twitching.

"There is something about your brother that they really don't like, and apparently they're willing to destroy an entire city to make certain he is taken out," Shayla said, looking Allen in the eyes. Allen couldn't take her gaze, which made him feel guilty for causing so much trouble, so he looked down at the floor.

"We don't know for certain what they're planning," Cheever said, clicking his tongue a few times. "All we know for sure is that they are preparing to open a rift and that something big is coming through."

"And we now have less than 48 hours to prepare for an invasion," Shayla said. "So, Chris, I need you to take these three to the training room with Cheever and see what we can learn. Chaz, I'd like you to come with me while I check on my daughter, then we need to talk." She turned to the elevators and started walking. Chaz followed.

Chris saw the startled looks on his brother's and sister's faces, patted Allen on the shoulder, and tried to smile. "Another day on the job at the good, old Brashley Corporation! Well, let's go get your things and get started," he said, then waved for them to follow him. Their faces were still worried, but they went with him, anyway.
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ALLEN TOMBES – FIRE FROM WATER (Chapter 28)

The training room was comprised of a massive, open area, high ceilings, with one wall taken up by windows that looked out over the city. By now, Allen assumed the windows were made of bullet-proof glass. Chris had told Allen to change into a sweat-suit when they stopped by his room to collect his sword and the bag that Chaz had given him.

As they walked into the training room, Cheever bopped off through a side door, and Chris had Allen drop the weapons bag by a pair of wooden chairs near the wall opposite the windows. Cheever came back into the room pushing a large cart covered in computer equipment and wires. He snatched a handful of little, circular chips out of a drawer in the cart and, whistling to himself, walked over to Allen.

"We're going to wire you up a bit to test some of your energy levels. Don't worry, it's not going to hurt," he said. He placed the chips, which were very light and flexible, on the backs of Allen's hands, on his temples, and one of the back of his neck. They stuck like glue and didn't fall off when Allen shook his hands to test them.

"These will send a signal to my computer while you're moving and, hopefully, show us what kind of field you're generating. Let me make sure I'm getting a signal," he said, then dashed back to the cart. "Okay, Chris! Ready on this end!"

"And what are we supposed to do?" Rose asked, waving her hand back and forth between herself and Angie. Angie nodded beside her.

"We're going to test everyone," Cheever said, cheerfully. "Shayla wants us to start with Mr. Allen so that we can get a baseline for some of the interesting things he's done in the last few days." Rose and Angie sat in the wooden chairs, Rose none too cheerily.

Chris walked to the center of a large circle painted on the floor and waved for Allen to follow. As Allen walked over, Chris unsheathed his sword and stood in a fighting stance, his legs apart and sword held at chest level. Chris narrowed his eyes at Allen, and as he did, his sword began to glow with a bright blue light.

"What do I do?" Allen asked, suddenly nervous.

"Draw your sword, Mr. Natural, and get ready to fight me," Chris said.

Allen drew his sword and stood in front of Chris, trying to imitate his stance, which felt very awkward. His sword gleamed, but didn't glow.

"Concentrate!" Chris yelled, fiercely. Allen jumped, surprised at the ferocity in his brother's voice.

Allen closed his eyes and tried to connect with the sword in his hands. He remembered what it had felt like in the kitchen---then he remembered his mother, laying lifeless on the floor. The eyes of the locket around his neck began to sparkle, and a dim blue-green light began to radiate from his blade.

"Hmmm, not bad! Not bad!" Cheever said from his computer panel. "It's a class two field, about 16, 17 intensity," he said to Chris.

"That's not a bad power level for a beginner," Chris said, "but I think we can do better." He growled, a low guttural sound, drew his blade back, then lunged at Allen, slashing toward his chest. Allen, shocked at the sudden attack, swung his sword up in a defensive position, blocking his brother's blow, then jumped backward a few feet.

"Whoa! You could have killed me!" Allen said, his voice shaking with fright. Something in his brother's eye bothered him. Allen felt like he was being stalked by a ferocious animal.

"Spiked at 45!" Cheever yelled from the computer cart.

"Now we're getting somewhere," Chris said, smiling wickedly.

Suddenly, everyone heard a buzzing sound, and Kitsle came flitting out of Allen's bag, shooting sparks.

"Oh, my goodness!" Cheever said in a high, surprised voice. "I was hoping we'd get to meet you soon," he said to Kitsle. The bug flew over to Allen and buzzed around his head.

"Hello, Kitsle," Allen said. "Let me introduce you to everyone. This is my brother, Chris. That's my sister, Rose, and her friend, Angie." Angie waved from the wooden chair where she was sitting. "And that's Dr. Cheever!" Allen said. Cheever bowed, low, sweeping his arm out to his side as he folded over. Allen laughed. Cheever's gesture was certainly melodramatic, but Kitsle, clicking his bug laugh, floated over to Cheever and, hovering near the doctor, bowed in a similar fashion. Cheever laughed, himself, and clapped his hands together, his rings clinking their usual tune.

Kitsle floated back to Allen. He fluttered near Allen's sword, his wings kicking out a miniature fireworks display, then tinked one of his claws against the blade a couple of times.

"Chris is training me, trying to show me how to fight. We're about to be attacked by a horde of those Shadow creatures," Allen said.

Kitsle flew around the room, very quickly, for few seconds, then flew back to Allen and hovered near his head. Kitsle fluttered his wings, began to glow brightly, then zapped Allen in the ear, knocking him to the ground.

"Ouch! Why did you do that!?" Allen yelled. Kitsle clicked another bug laugh, then flew toward Cheever, hovering near the computers, apparently looking at the screens.

Chris helped Allen to his feet, then resumed his battle stance.

"You ready?" Chris asked. "I'm going to come at you pretty hard this time. You'll need to pay attention to where I'm swinging." Allen nodded. His sword was blazing blue-green.

Chris yelled a deep and frightening, "Raaaah!" then dove at Allen, slashing from the left, then the right. Allen blocked expertly, the sword almost seeming to move on its own. Chris swung hard, and Allen stepped to the side, slashing down at Chris's sword and knocked it from Chris's hand.

They all stood in silence for a few seconds, then Cheever whistled and brushed his mustache. "Peaked at 370---that's unbelievable."

"Three-seventy!" Chris said, picking up his sword. "That's almost as high as Haro!" He looked at Allen, a hungry look in his eye.


"I think we should try for 400. No human in the last 20 years has broken 390. Hell, Allen could be the first to hit 450!" Chris took his stance again. Allen, however, stood were he was.

"Chris," Rose said, looking worried, "I think you should stop. Allen looks really tired."

"The Shadows aren't going to stop just because Allen gets tired," Chris said, then he rushed at Allen, swinging so fast and viciously that Rose stood up. Allen, without even looking at his brother, raised his sword with one arm to deflect the blow, but the force of the strike staggered him. His face was a complete blank, like he was drifting off into a daydream. His hands gripped the jade handle of his sword, and his legs moved, positioning him in a strange defensive stance, legs far apart, knees bent low.

"Chris! That's enough!" Rose yelled.

Allen's eyes went dark blue.

"Oh, my goodness!" Cheever said, softly, staring at his computer screen. "The boy is at 780 and climbing... 850... 900..."

Chris moved in for another attack, slashing wildly. Though Allen's eyes stared blankly ahead, his arms moved to block each swing and his sword blazed. Chris swung down with his blade, aiming for Allen's head, and Allen's arms moved to block the blow, but Chris used his momentum to push his brother off balance. Chris swung his leg around, catching the back of Allen's left ankle and tripping him.

As Allen hit the ground, everyone felt a wave of energy rush through the room, like a surge of hot wind pushing against them, then the lights above Allen flashed brightly and exploded. The other lights, further away from Allen, began to pop as well, and then Cheever's computer screens crackled, shot sparks, and shattered.

Allen's body, his hair and arms, shimmered then erupted in dark blue flames.

Rose screamed.

Allen's body floated up from the floor and into a standing position, hovering inches off the ground. He waved a hand and the sword that Chris was holding jerked out of his grasp, rocketed across the room, and buried itself in the wall. Allen raised his other hand and a swirling wave of dark blue flame rushed toward Chris.

Kitsle, streaking like lightning, raced between the brothers and flashed brightly. A wall of energy appeared, blocking the flame.

"Allen! Stop!" Rose yelled and ran toward Chris. Kitsle flew closer to Allen, flashing, and dancing in the air, clicking wildly. Allen's eyes, swimming orbs of blue-black, followed Kitsle's movements for a few seconds, then his head tilted backward and his body dropped to the floor with a thud.

Cheever rushed over to the boy on the floor. After a quick look, he said, "He's alive."

Chris and Rose stared at their brother's face. Angie, who had been too shocked to move, finally stood. The room, now that the lights were mostly blown out, was illuminated primarily by Kitsle, who hovered and buzzed near Allen.

"What was that? What happened to him?" Angie asked, still standing by the chairs she and Rose had been sitting in.

"I'm not sure," Cheever said. "I'll have to talk with Shayla and Chaz, and probably Eddings. I think...," Cheever said, brushing his mustache, "…I think he was channeling something, but I can't be certain," he shook his head. "But Chris---before the computers blew, his energy signature changed. He was emitting a class six energy field, and...and the power level was over a hundred and twenty thousand."

Chris opened his mouth to speak, then closed it. He shook his head. "It had to have been a mistake---a glitch as the computer was exploding," Chris said. "That's more force than a nuclear
bomb."

Cheever shrugged, putting his fingers on Allen's forehead, which was blazing hot.

"Wait a minute---channeling something?" Rose said. "You mean he was possessed?"

"I really can't say for certain," Cheever said. "The numbers...," he shook his head. "Right now, we have to get this boy to the infirmary. He's burning up."

"I'll carry him," Chris said. He bent over his brother, scooped him up, and they rushed off toward the medical wing.
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ALLEN TOMBES – FIRE FROM WATER (Chapter 29)

Allen woke in what looked like a room at a hospital. Rose and Angie were sitting on one side of his bed, talking quietly. At the foot of his bed, Shea was looking down at him and smiling. She was wearing a tank top, and Allen could see heavy bandages where Krystal had sunk her gigantic, black blade into her shoulder. Shea looked very tired, but happy.

Allen suddenly realized that he was almost entirely naked, and pulled his blankets tightly up to his chin. He tried to say, "Where are my clothes?" but, his throat was so dry, all that came out was a hoarse whisper.

Rose sniggered and held up a plastic cup with a bent straw poking out of the top of it. "Water," Rose said. Allen nodded and Rose put the straw close to Allen's lips.

Allen drained the cup in a few deep swallows then sighed.

"Why am I naked?" he asked.

"You had a temperature of 198 degrees when they brought you in here yesterday evening. They had to soak you in a tub of ice water for over an hour just to get you back to a normal temp," Shea said. "Cheever and the other doctors can't understand exactly how you survived."

"What do you mean, 'survived?' The last thing I remember was Chris tripping me while we were training. I must have hit my head when I fell," Allen said.

"That's not exactly where that story ends, Allen," Rose said. Angie shook her head, vigorously.

"I'll go tell Cheever that he's awake," Shea said. "Angie, why don't you give his clothes back to him so that he can get dressed, but, Allen, don't leave here until they can check you out again and officially say you're okay." She waved and headed out the door.

Angie grabbed Allen's clothes and threw them onto the bed, then sat back down in her chair, staring at him and smiling.

"Well?" Allen said, motioning toward the door with his head, the covers still pulled up to his chin.

"Fine, if you don't want me to watch!" Angie said and made a pouty face. Rose slapped her on the arm, and they both laughed, then got up and went out into the hall.

After Allen dressed, Rose and Angie came back into the room. Allen asked them to tell him what had happened after he blacked out. He sat, listening, his mouth hanging open, while they recalled the scene, blow by blow.

"I was on fire?" Allen said, looking at his hands and arms.

"Blue fire, " Angie said, emphasizing the blue. Allen could only shake his head.

"Once they'd made sure you weren't going to die," Rose said, shuddering slightly, "Chris and Cheever took me and Angie to a smaller training room..."

"You pretty much destroyed the main one," Angie interrupted.

"...and tested us," Rose said. "They gave me this long, straight sword..."

"A katana," Angie said.

"And I was able to get the meter up to about 80!" Rose chirped, excited. "Cheever said that was really good for a first try."

"But not good enough that they want her out fighting in the streets when that rift thing opens," Angie said. She sounded a little snippy.

"But Chris says that I generated enough force to actually hurt them, and with training, he thinks I'll be good enough to be a hunter, too."

"If we survive," Angie said, folding her arms and blowing her purple bangs away from her nose. Allen looked at Angie, who was staring at the floor, then at Rose. Rose was shaking her head.

"Angie's just a little upset about the whole super powers thing," Rose said, patting her friend on the shoulder.

"They tested me, too," Angie said, huffing, "but I couldn't do it at all." She lowered her head, again.

"Cheever said that most people can't generate a measurable energy field," Rose explained. "Most of the guards here aren't able to hurt, or even see, the Shadows, but the Shadows aren't the only threats that Brashley Corp. has to deal with. Shea says that the Shadows are some of the most dangerous creatures, though, because of their hive mind---when one of them sees something, they all see it. That, and they can turn almost anyone they kill into another Shadow."

"Wait," Allen said, "are you saying that most of the guards here can't kill the Shadows?"

"Nope!" Rose said. "Only the strongest can, the members of the Elite Guard. Chris and Shea are part of that division."

"And those two guys in the weird helmets who showed up after Krystal tried to kill us again," Angie said.

"I'm going to train until I can be on the Elite Guard, too," Rose said, her eyes looking at something beyond the ceiling, probably far off in the future.

"They have witches here, too," Angie said. "Cheever says I can work with them, since I already have some training..."

"Will I get to be on the Elite Guard," Allen asked.

"I'm sure," Rose said. "After seeing how strong your energy field is, and the way you got rid of Krystal, they'll probably ask you to sign up tonight!"

Cheever, at that moment, came through the door, followed by Shea and a tiny, dark skinned woman no taller than Allen, in a doctor's smock, her long, dark hair pulled back into a pony tail. Cheever smiled and waved when he saw Allen sitting up on the bed.

The little doctor came over to Allen and, without saying anything, gave him a serious look over. She checked his pulse, flashed a light into his eyes, listened to his heart and breathing, and took his temperature, which was a little high still but well within normal human range.

"Thanks, Dr. Pande," Shea said, as the doctor typed some notes into a small computer.

Dr. Pande smiled a quick, business-like smile at Allen, then said, "You'll be fine," and left the room.

"Well, you seem to be back in fine shape, " Cheever said, clapping his hands together, his rings clinking.

"Have you figured out what actually happened to him?" Rose asked.

Cheever's smile slid, briefly, off his face, and he brushed at his mustache. "We're still not one hundred percent certain," Cheever said, pulling a chair over to the side of the bed and sitting down. "Shayla, Chaz, and even Eddings, who we had on video chat, are pretty sure Allen was channeling some unknown entity. We were able to salvage the hard-drive from the burnt computer and reconstructed most of the data from the training session. Those boys in I.T. are magicians! The machine looked like it had been cooked over a campfire then thrown off a cliff, but after they extracted what information there was to be had, we were able to identify the exact moment when the energy frequency that Allen was generating shifted and his power levels exploded. Literally!" Cheever chuckled at his own joke, his eyes disappearing for a few moments, until he realized that no one else in the room was laughing. Then he coughed into his hand and sat up straighter in his chair again.

"If it hadn't been for your Lightning Bug," Cheever continued, "I hate to imagine what might have happened, but the bug seems to have either convinced the entity to leave your body or somehow forced it out." He clicked his tongue and shook his head.

"So was it some kind of demon, something like the Shadows?" Rose asked. Her face had
gone very white.

"We don't know. I'm sorry---but we just didn't get enough data off the computer to be sure. However, if we look at the behavior of the entity," Cheever said, raising a finger into the air, like he was making a proclamation, "it doesn't seem to be the actions of what we would typically call a demonic entity. What did it do? It tried to protect its host body from what it believed was a serious threat, a reasonable assumption, considering how energetic Chris's training had become. And, when it realized Allen was no longer in immediate danger, it left his body without much of a fight. Most cases of full demonic possession can take months, even years, to resolve, and the host can even be killed as the invading entity leaves. This creature left without causing any permanent damage to Allen's body."

"But it attacked Chris!" Rose said.

"Who was attacking Allen at the time," Shea added.

They all sat in silence for a few seconds, Allen staring, vaguely, at a spot on the floor near his sister's feet.

"Still and all," Cheever said, "Shayla and I both agree that we should keep you out of the fighting, which is about to commence, until we know more about what's getting inside your skin."

"But I can help!" Allen said, his cheeks flushing red. "You said my power levels were really high, even before I blacked out!"

"That's what your brother said, too," Shea commented.

"As long as Shayla is in charge," Cheever said, "her word is law. And don't you worry, my boy. We've done fine protecting ourselves for a few thousand years. I'm sure we'll make it another day without having to put you and your sister in anymore danger. And besides that, it's better if we know what we're dealing with before we unleash it on the streets."

"But don't think for a second that you're not helping, Allen," Shea said. "Your exploits have peaked Eddings's interest, at the very least. Thanks to you, he's agreed to help us."

"Yes, he's contacted the City Counsel, where he has considerable influence, and they've declared a state of emergency in the city," Cheever said. "Eddings has made the claim that there is a dangerous gas leak and the City is forcing the citizens to evacuate the area around where the rift is going to manifest."

Shea continued, "He's also bringing a squad of his own men over to assist our guards. Between Eddings's group and our own forces, we should be able to handle anything the Shadows can throw at us." Shea smiled at Allen, and he thought he could see excitement in her eyes. He was terrified, be she seemed to be looking forward to the fight.
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ALLEN TOMBES – FIRE FROM WATER (Chapter 30)

After being released from the infirmary, Allen, Rose, and Angie were led back to their dorm rooms by Shea. They stopped outside Rose and Angie's room. Shea put a hand on Allen's shoulder and said, "I'll come get you guys when Eddings gets here. I know he's going to want to meet you." She patted Allen's shoulder and smiled. "In the meantime, Mom says she wants you guys to stay here. I can send for some food. You must be starving."

"Absolutely!" Angie said, rubbing her stomach.

"So what are we supposed to do while we're waiting for the invasion to start?" Rose said, almost angrily.

"Relax, I guess. Try to rest. It's probably going to be a long night," Shea said.

"Shea, what's going to happen once the fighting starts? Where will we be?" Allen asked.

"I'm not sure," Shea answered. "You'll probably be in the control room with me and my mom."

Allen hated the idea of hiding during the battle when he knew his brother would be out there in the thick of it. He could help; he was sure of it!

Shea, who read the expression on his face, said, "Don't worry, kiddo! With just a little more training, I'm sure you're going to be an ace fighter---maybe even better than your brother, someday. And I never thought I'd live to see the day that Christopher Tombes played second fiddle to anyone." She winked at Allen, and for some reason, it made him feel a little better.

Shea walked a few steps down the hall then yelled over her bandaged shoulder, "I'll have some food sent up right away. Pizza?"

"Make it a large!" Angie yelled back as the three of them went into the girls' dorm room.

Angie flopped down on her bed and started flipping through a magazine. Allen sat in a chair. Rose began to pace back and forth across the room.

"What's wrong, Sis?" Allen asked after her third trip.

"What's wrong? Allen, our parents are gone, we've basically been kidnapped, you're being possessed by some kind of cosmic force, and in the next few hours our planet is going to be invaded by murderous creatures that want, specifically, to kill you!"

Allen's face fell, and Rose, immediately, felt sorry for what she'd said.

"That's all true," Allen shrugged, "but at least we're still alive."

Rose's eyes filled with tears and she walked over to her brother and hugged him.
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ALLEN TOMBES – FIRE FROM WATER (Chapter 31)

In a dark domain, a thin creature of swirling shadows sat on a throne made of strange bones. Red light pulsed from its eyes and a glowing mist floated before it, which showed glimpses of the human realm, a boy, a building, bodies dissolving into steam and shadow, then more eyes adding their images to the glowing sphere. The Shadow Lord waved his hand and the misty ball faded away.

There was a flash of white light and the phantom that was once Krystal appeared. Her black eyes flickered with fear, and she knelt in front of the thrown, her head bent toward the floor.

"I failed to kill the boy, Lord," she said without lifting her face.

"I saw, through your eyes, witch. He has become too strong for you to harm him, now. However, you did as you were instructed. You contaminated the friend," the Shadow Lord smiled, and moved a misty finger under Krystal's chin, lifting her face so that it looked into his red, glowing eyes.

"Yes," Krystal said, smiling. She raised her left hand, showing the Shadow Lord the missing nail from her pinky.

"Well done," the creature smiled, his red eyes pulsing in waves.

"I can control her now, even inside their little cocoon of spells," Krystal said and floated into a standing position.

"As my army attacks from without, your puppet will be able to destroy the mages within who will be generating the protective spells that they believe will keep them safe. Once their protective barrier is down, we'll be able find the boy and destroy him before he completely integrates with the fire spirit and destroys their world."

"But why don't we just let the demon consume that miserable planet and all the worthless humans," Krystal asked. "Why are you trying to save them?"

"Your blood-lust is commendable, but you're a fool," he laughed, an icy, sick laugh that would have paralyzed any human who heard it. "The humans are weak, lazy, and simple---the perfect food. If the fire spirit enters their world, it will consume all life on the planet, and we will be forced to look elsewhere for life essences to steal. Humans are too perfect to lose. We cannot let that happen."

The Shadow Lord waved his fingers dismissing Krystal, who vanished in a swirl of mist. He then swirled a finger in the air and the sphere reappeared in front of the throne. The Shadow Lord leaned back in his throne and gazed into the minds of his slaves.
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[So….bad news for our heroes. If the Shadow Lord’s plan works, then Allen will be killed. If his plan doesn’t work, then all life on the planet will be destroyed by the fire spirit that Allen has made contact with… Typical. Check back soon to see who lives, who dies, and what kind of monsters make the scene!!! ---RFY]

Previous sections:

Part One - Chapter 1

Part Two - Chapter 2

Part Three - Chapters 3 and 4

Part Four - Chapters 5, 6, and 7

Part Five - Chapters 8, 9, 10, and 11

Part Six - Chapters 12 and 13

Part Seven - Chapters 14, 15, and 16

Part Eight - Chapters 17, 18, 19, and 20

Part Nine - Chapters 21, 22, and 23

Part Ten - Chapters 24, 25, and 26


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“Bigfoot (Part 6)” by Randy Long

[In the last episode, our hero learned that the Bigfoot people will let certain humans come to their world, but that they never let them LEAVE! We now return to the exciting story, already in progress!!! ---RFY]

We told Bill, leader of the village we’d been staying in, that we would like to go home, and of course he said he’s been there about 100 years and has learned a lot about the land---and the number one rule is NO ONE LEAVES.

About then, Bill took me to the side and says, “Can I trust you? And how bad do you want to go back to Earth?”

I believe a man is only as good as his word, and if he don’t have that, he has nothing. And Earth is my home, no matter what, and I tell him so. Well, Bill begins to tell me a story. He says, a long time ago when he first arrived here through one of the forgotten doorways, he was told a story about a doorway that, once a week, it appears in, and stays in, a different area of the world. ONLY for a week, and then moves again. There’s an old man who lives in a cave on the other side of the desert where a mountain starts and the desert ends. There’s a hidden cave in the side of the mountain. That old man knows when and where the doorway will appear. He told me not to let the Bigfoot people find out what I was doing or they wouldn’t let me leave.

Bill proceeded to tell me that you need the Key to the forbidden doorway, and he pulled a gold key out of his pocket and handed it to me. He told me he got the Key to try and escape, but he’s been here so long that he wouldn’t know how to cope on Earth anymore. He said, “You must take the Key, get your friend, and find out when and where the doorway will appear. You will need one other thing. The Compass will only show you where the doorway is, and it’s said that the old man in the cave can tell you how to find the Compass. But remember, above all, tell no one of your plan, if you want to succeed.”

I asked he why me---why would he trust me? He said it’s too late for him. He’d grown accustomed to being there, and I hadn’t been there long. He told me, “Never lose sight of your dreams!”

We talked more. I told him of the progress Earth had achieved in the last 100 years, from automobiles to landing on the moon, from computers to two world wars… There was also a Sexual Revolution, and so many more improvements. We talked for hours and into the night. He said to watch out for the forbidden areas of the planet where the Bigfoot won’t go. There are spots on that planet with too much heat for the Bigfoot, and humans are dominant there, and said I should be careful exploring those places.

Linda and I decided to leave in the morning, find Ed, and find the forbidden doorway. We’d been in that world for about six months, and we’d been told by Bill that there were no seasons, just different areas with different climates. When it rains in that area it’s short showers, then the sun comes right back out and dries everything again.

That day, I saw a very large bird, 20 feet across. I was told that the bird was a Thunderbird, big and black, that stood about six feet tall on the ground. Those types of birds usually live beyond the desert zone.

Bill told me things that I was never supposed to repeat, especially around the Bigfeet, or even think them! He said, “Bigfoot people can tell what other Bigfoot people are thinking, but it’s harder for them to read humans, and practically impossible if you try to block them.” Bill also said the Bigfoot people have their own language beyond their telepathy, but with all the humans on their planet, they learned English, and that became the standard language on the planet, like a lot of places on Earth.

He also said it’s good to get in good with a Bigfoot that you trust. He says there’s good Bigfoot people and bad, and to just be careful. Bill also told me of the one great city of the Bigfoot people. It’s a place they hold sacred, and it’s told that the beginning of the Bigfoot people was there. The secrets of the Bigfoot people are hidden there.

Humans don’t live in Bigfoot City, and the only place the Bigfoot people won’t live is somewhere where it’s too hot, like the desert.

Bigfoot City is the Lost City. It’s said that before the Bigfoot people there was a race that occupied this world, then something happened to them, and the Bigfoot people claimed this world. There are secrets in the city that the Bigfoot people hide from humans. The Bigfoot City is over a million strong. There are some smaller settlements around Bigfoot City occupied by humans.

Bill also told me that there are many keys that will only fit a single doorway, but the key he gave me was the Golden Key, and only two are known to exist. They will open any door. There’s doors that take you from one side of the planet to another, from this planet to Earth, and different areas of other planets, but I don’t know how many other planets.

The next morning, we headed back east looking for the village called The Highlands, the last place the Ed was known to be. I figured at our present pace we could reach the Highlands village in about six weeks, but maybe he would be coming our way.

We’d been on the road a week and a half, and ever since we left we’d had a feeling we were being followed. If we were being followed, I was pretty sure it was a Bigfoot because we couldn’t see anything. It must have been camouflaging itself.

In the Bigfoot people, the men are dominant and the females are pretty passive, a little smaller, but they would still tower over me, and I’m six feet tall.

I was starting to think that I would never get over the twin suns of that planet. Every time I looked up, it brought me back to the reality that I was not in Kansas anymore---not that Washington state is Kansas or anything like that.

So we’d been on the road two and a half weeks, and nothing significant happened, but we still couldn’t shake the feeling we were being followed.

We decided to veer north a little, though still going mostly east, but we’d heard of a little town off the beaten path, a human town, and maybe if we were being followed, we thought, we could figure out by whom. After about four weeks since leaving Bill’s village of Johnsonville, we reached the edge of the town. The name of the town was Griphon, and the people there were pretty standoffish. We went to talk to the Elders of the town, and one pulled me off to the side and said, “I see you have a Bigfoot following you,” and he said he could help.

I said I knew someone was following, but didn’t know why. He said it was because we were new there and the Bigfoot didn’t know how to read us and were concerned. He said it was normal for them to follow new people. I said it was pretty intimidating, especially as big as they are.

We asked about the Highlands town and Ed. They told me that Highlands town was about two weeks away, and the last they heard he was still there, a stranger named “Ed.” We decided to stay in Griphon for a while and hoped the Bigfoot would get tired of waiting. After about three days, he did. We stayed another couple of days, just to make sure.

Linda and I thought Ed must have met a woman, or he probably wouldn’t still be at the village. Either that, or he was in trouble. After about six days, we were back on the road again and heading for Highlands town.

[MORE TO COME!!!]

---Randy Long

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BigfootPart 4

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“Bigfoot (Part 5)” by Randy Long

[It’s time for some more Bigfoot action, as Randy and Linda explore the strange world that they found beyond a mysterious cave in the woods! Let’s get right to it! (Links to the previous chapters will be included at the end of this post!!!) ---RFY]


I guess I should tell you about Bigfoot. The Bigfoot species, at adult, have an average height of eight to ten feet, and they weigh 400 to 600 pounds. They have a slender build, but muscular, and are usually in very good health. They are also very smart, in fact telepathic. They are also very quiet, especially for their size. They have very large feet and hair covering their entire bodies, except for their faces and hands and the bottoms of their feet. They do not smell, but I’ve heard them make a noise, I guess a yell, to alert other Bigfoot, a deep, mournful sound---absolutely scary when heard alone in the woods.

They can blend in the background, like chameleons. Their hair is thick and dark. They wear no clothes, but all I saw in their world was tropical type weather.

They are as old as time. I believe they’ve always been visiting Earth. All the old and mystical creatures of our ancient past come from their world, and they are still there and alive. The unicorns, the phoenix, so far nothing seemed to be afraid of us. We’d seen other doors, but I wasn’t sure if the doors lead to other places on Earth or other planets.

There was another village ahead of us, and we decided to enter it and found other humans, to our surprise! Some of the villagers said they were born there, and some came from Earth. I asked, “If we could find a doorway, why hasn’t anyone ever said anything about this place before?”

The village leader looked at me and said, “Don’t you know?”

And I said, “Know what!?”

He said, “You can’t leave. That’s the number one rule.”

I said that he must be mistaken. Our friend, Ed, went home, and he asked if we actually saw Ed go home. I said no, but I’d talked to the Bigfoot people, and they promised no harm would come to him and he was free to go.

The village leader said, “You are free on this planet, but if you return to Earth, everyone would know that Bigfoot were real and of this planet, and there’s no killing here and humans kill. The Bigfoot only allow people with a kind heart to enter, but NO ONE LEAVES.”

So Ed never went home and the other doorways that are open don’t lead back to Earth. Now we had a quest. We still wanted to explore, but we needed to find Ed and find a way home.

I understand why that world was secret. They have too much to lose, but it was still a prison, and that changed things. We found a group going east and asked them if they seen Ed to tell him we were alive and doing well. It was pretty primitive there, no electricity, no cars, no progress, but it did seem ENCHANTED.


A NEW FRAME OF MIND

This world was wonderful, but scary at the same time. We weren’t leaving much behind, but the decision on whether or not to stay didn’t seem like it was someone else’s choice to make. There was a whole world to explore. I’d found from talking to the Bigfoot people that they could only hear what you wanted them to through telepathy. Basically, everything there was like at home, only milder weather, maybe more tropical, but the forest looked like the Pacific Northwest on Earth, for the most part.

I’d seen a phoenix, a unicorn, and there were lots of creatures there that I didn’t know the names for, but most used to be on Earth or in the legends of Earth or were extinct but still thrive there. I’d seen a winged animal cat, like I’d seen small dragons, birds that couldn’t fly, but none feared us and seemed to have no anger toward us, either.

My wife and I both agreed, though, no matter how beautiful, it was still a prison. We’d figured out that the people there had the most knowledge and, possibly, knew a way for us to get home. We were still following the river and going west. The landscape had been changing the last few days, becoming more desert-like. Another thing I noticed since we’d been there, we hadn’t been sick---not even a sniffle.

There was a village coming up in the night last night. We seen fires in the distance up around the bend. This village was different: no Bigfoot people. Every other village we went to before had a Bigfoot as the village leader, but this village leader was HUMAN. We told the leader we were new to that world, and he asked us about our home and what year it was. I told him 2025, and asked him how long he had been there. He told me when he left Earth the year was 1901. He looked to be about 50 years old. He said he came to this land when he was 48, and he was now 124!

He said you don’t age there like you do on Earth. His name was Bill Johnson, and he said he would help any way that he could. He said that he’d had a good life there, but he was still a prisoner. “There’s some that adapt and some don’t. Everyone who lives in this village believes we should have the right to go home,” but he said not to talk about it in front of the Bigfoot people. He also said that the Bigfoot people don’t like the desert heat.

So we found out one thing, they don’t like the heat. We decided to stay there for awhile and see what we could learn. Some visitors from the east got there just before we did and said they seen a man they described who sounded just like Ed, and said he was okay and staying in a village called the Highlands Village near a mountain top. The village we were in was called Johnsonville after Bill Johnson, the leader of the village. Linda and I had been learning a lot, learning about the Bigfoot people.

[Will they be able to get home safely??? Stay tuned to find out! ---RFY]

---Randy Long

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“Bigfoot (Part 4)” by Randy Long

[We return you now to the wild and woolly adventures of Randy Long and his band of explorers! If you’ve missed the first few episodes, I’ll include links to those at the end of this section. Meanwhile, let’s get back to the fun! ---RFY]

We were all pretty tired and slept peacefully during the night. Other than a few odd sounds, it was mostly uneventful. When I woke in the morning, my wife had coffee from the propane stove and breakfast cooking. I heard Ed rustling around in his sleeping bag, and I looked at my watch, and it said it was 10 minutes after 11:00. My wife said when she was getting up it was just getting light---about an hour before. I guessed that daybreak was at about 10:00 A.M. This must have been the summertime there.

It was an amazing place, and I decided to call it Twin Phoenix because of the two suns. The plant life there grew in abundance. I know that on Earth everything is grown and harvested by humans, but on that planet, Twin Phoenix, the bigfoot creatures are the main people. There was no other sign of civilization, but many signs of different kinds of animals.

The foliage there reminded me of pictures I’d seen of prehistoric Earth. All the plant life was huge and wildlife was everywhere. There was an animal there that flies, I guess a gryphon. I never seen a real one, but this looked like pictures in books that I’d seen.

I’d tasted the water the day before, and it seemed fine. I didn’t get sick.

None of the bigfoot creatures had approached us, but I did get the sense they knew we were there, and we were not the first. Ed seemed really freaked out, really nervous and jittery all the time. Linda and I just seemed to go with the flow. The wonders of that world were amazing.

Since we’d been there, about eight days, there had been long days and short nights. Summer like weather, and it had rained only twice for about ten minutes. The animals there, believe it or not, were all Earth’s mythical creatures, or so I thought. The mythical creatures must have come from that world. The doorway must have been open to our world in our ancient times, letting creatures from this world come through. I think the bigfoot creatures must have closed the doorway a couple thousand years ago. Some would come through the passageway. Just enough to get into our history books. Also, I finally understood why there were no bones or even bigfoot bodies. They made sure that all remnants of any bodies were brought back through the passageway.

All I can say is, that was an amazing place. We’d been walking west towards the sunset for the eight days we’d been there. We’d been following the river since we’d been there, downstream. The fruit and fish were plentiful. It was a tropical area.

In all the time we’d been there, traveling, we’d never run across a mean animal. A little curious, but nothing dangerous. We seen other animals fishing and eating fish, and there was definitely enough to go around. The fruit was also real similar to ours and in great abundance. The nights, so far, were no colder than the mid-50s. I don’t recall who said, “You learn something new every day,” but how true! Especially in a world such as this.

I left camp and went down to the river one morning. When I looked up from drinking in the water, a bigfoot creature was there. He started talking to me, only he didn’t speak. I heard him in my head. It was odd, but he said we’d been watched us since we came to that land, and as long as we ate fish and fruit, everything was fine. He said no one harmed animals there. He said we could fish and eat fruit. I asked how he could talk by thinking the words, and he said they’d done it for centuries. The doorways to our world used to be open all the time, but humans killed animals, and so they closed the doors centuries ago.

He said, “In our world there are some humans, but we are the dominant species, like humans are on your world.” We talked for quite a while. I told him we would obey their rules while we were there, then thanked him and went back to camp.

I told my wife and friend what had happened and the rules of the land. We made a pact never to let anyone know of that world. Something was said by the bigfoot, he said his name was Ko-Roo, and I remember he said “doorways,” meaning there was more than one doorway. He said that, depending on what region we were in, the animals would be different. Most animals there were much more highly evolved than on Earth.

I’d seen unicorns, dodo birds, phoenix birds, gryphons, small gargoyles…and all the usual animals, such as bears, squirrels, deer, elk, birds, ducks, horses, etc. So many more. All I can say, that place was amazing. My wife is like me and wanted to explore as much as we could, but Ed was getting homesick. Understandable. We’d been gone for going on two weeks by then. We’d learned everything is such a short period of time! We’d been marking our way and following the river. Ed had decided to leave the next morning to go back home. He promised not to say anything of his adventures.

My wife and I made it an early night, and before we knew it, it was morning. We said goodbye to Ed and figured if he followed the river, he should be able to get back to the doorway in two weeks or less. Now it seemed to us that it was time to explore more. Halfway into the first day without Ed, the river forked off in three directions. Of the two smaller forks, one went north and one went south, and the third continued west. We’d been coming from the east, so we continued west. The further west we continued, the more trails we ran across. Finally, we came into a pretty big village.

It was mainly a bigfoot village. I introduced myself to one of them, and he said he knew who I was. Ko-Roo had told him. He said his name was Mar-Gun, leader of that village, and he said all bigfoot are mentally connected. He hadn’t really seen Ko-Roo, but they spoke mentally. He asked where the third one in our party was. I told him Ed went home. He could tell, mentally, that they had nothing to fear from us.

Mar-Gun welcomed us and invited us to stay in the village for a while. We were overwhelmed with the idea. They seemed to be such calm creatures, but also a take-charge kind of people. They told us they have been visiting Earth for thousands of years, and that they were a migratory species. They told us they will reveal themselves to humans, but for now we just keep killing each other.

They said their species eat fish and fruit and other vegetation, but they never harm each other. They have visited us, and have been called Bigfoot, Sasquatch, Yeti, Abominable Snowman, and others, down through the years. In medieval times, they were called trolls, and down through the years, they tried to get along with humans, but all the humans would do is try to hunt and kill them. They still visited Earth sometimes, but not like they used to. They tried not to be seen anymore, and they closed most of the doorways. Only the hidden doorways had been left open. They said that they’d kept their world simple without the so-called improvements that humans have made. They also said that the Native Americans of our world used to worship them, and that they would talk to the tribes, but that now the days of old were long gone…

[To be continued!!!!]

---Randy Long

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“Bigfoot” Part One
“Bigfoot” Part Two
“Bigfoot” Part Three

“Defending the Earth” by Randy Long

Anacondor is a mighty galactic warrior made of blood, bone, and machine, in a super human X-O-Suit, permanently bonded together, originally to fight against enemies of Earth. After the great galactic wars of 2075, they retired Anacondor, and he became a mercenary for hire.

His body is made of super bonded aluminoid, practically impenetrable. His body armor can camouflage itself by light refraction, making Anacondor virtually invisible. His weapons are two fusion reactive pulse weapons, using sound and air to create a wave to demolish anything in their path. For close in fighting, his body armor can change it molecular structure to form weapons of aluminoid. Anacondor is the ultimate weapon, with only one code: never fight against Earth and its defenses.

Anacondor for hire!

In the galactic wars of 2075, the mighty Earth was attacked by Sorons from Sorilliam. The Sorons were a perilous foe. They originally sent out a mother ship hidden behind the moon, with supplies for an impending war to end all wars.

They came to Earth saying that we were their seeds, and they visited Earth thousands of years ago, looking somewhat like us. We were taken in at first, thinking they wanted peace. They were pale white, anemic looking, and genetically similar, but with differences. They were all about 7 feet tall, but hunched over, looking closer to 6 ft or 6 ft 5 inches, hairless, and their teeth were all pointed. We found out later that the Sorons were a scavenger race that would go from planet to planet stealing the knowledge and consuming the inhabitants. Yes, they would eat the people.

The Sorons were a divided race. Half the population became cannibals, and the other, hunters, were called Vorons. The Vorons chased the Sorons across the galaxy. The Vorons, the hunters, were 7 ft tall, good complexion, regular teeth, but hairless.

After a thousand years of fighting and chasing Sorons, the Vorons were half the force they started with. At first, the Sorons showed up saying that we were their seeds. Not true, we were just similar, genetically. They were waiting for the mother ship to resupply the scout ships.

We were all shocked when the Sorons started attacking and eating the dead and dying. Our technology wasn’t up to their technology, but we adapted quickly. About the time the human race was failing, the Vorons landed. We thought we’d had it about then, and they explained who they were. They told us they were the sworn enemies of the Sorons, and told us everything the Sorons had done. The Vorons immediately started sharing their technology. Between theirs and ours, we had a fighting chance.

The Sorons had even ravaged their own home planet. When their ships left their planet, Sorilliam, the Vorons stayed to help rebuild the planet, and all the Sorons left the planet. The Vorons left enough Vorons to repopulate the planet and to build up the defenses, if the Sorons ever came back.

The remaining Vorons left for the stars to eliminate the Sorons, once and for all. They’ve been chasing the Sorons for a thousand years, finally hoping to eliminate the Sorons forever.

Between their technology and ours, we started our way back. We started making super soldiers, though not with the power of Anacondor, not at first, but super soldiers just the same. For once, we were kicking their ass. The Sorons never expected we would merge technologies, the Vorons’ and the Earthlings’, between the Vorons’ ships and our super soldiers. We would bring our super soldiers to the Sorons with the Vorons ships, and our super soldiers would have a fighting chance.

We would fight, but if we were dying or dead, the Sorons would pack people away for food. That didn’t sit well with anybody and would make all fight harder and to last breath. The Sorons would kill their victims with a final blow by biting the victim’s jugular vein in their neck, and they would bleed out.

Finally, we were holding our own, but not killing enough, when we went back to our new-found technology and created a better super soldier, which seemed to turn the tide. The Sorons were falling, while we were advancing our abilities. We were taking back control. The Vorons were becoming a part of our society, and we welcomed them whole heartedly.

About then, we tried merging human and machine and created Anacondor, the greatest weapon of mankind and alien technology.

Anacondor didn’t need a ship and was more powerful than any super soldier ever made, with one objective: eliminate Sorons, and defeat any attackers of Earth. The Sorons had devolved into something different, genetically, than Vorons or humans. Anacondor could track the Sorons. We finally defeated them, making sure that any escaping Sorons were killed, down to the last Soron, eliminating a complete race.

The Vorons could finally go home, and Earth was now strong enough to withstand any attack from outer space. It was time to rebuild our lives, and any Vorons were welcome to stay on Earth. The bloody threat was finally gone.

Anacondor was retired, with many honors and medals, but for now was no longer needed, with the distinction of knowing that if Earth ever needed the Champion of Earth, Anacondor would be there, with the stealth of a snake and the flight of a condor.

—Randy Long

Stay tuned for the next exciting adventure of Anacondor, a super soldier!

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“Dilly the Evil Squirrel (Billy’s Evil Twin, Dilly the Squirrel)” by Randy Long

Dilly was an evil squirrel, a mean and rambunctious squirrel. Dilly would drop nuts on people walking under trees. Dilly would chase other squirrels and bite their tails and laugh. Dilly was always chasing other squirrels, and sometimes he would say, “My name’s Billy,” but they all knew Dilly was the mean one, not Billy.

Dilly would try to push other squirrels out of trees and laugh. You could hear other squirrels say, “There’s Dilly! He’s a bully. Watch out!” He would tease animals and make dogs chase him. He knew dogs couldn’t climb, so he would run up a tree, turn around, and laugh. Dilly had an evil laugh—ha ha and growl. Dilly would steal food and blame others. He was a sneaky squirrel. Any squirrel that knew Dilly was either scared or didn’t like Dilly.

Dilly didn’t care. He didn’t care about anything or any squirrel. He was just plain mean.

Dilly was a risk taker, too. He would climb to the top of trees and jump from one tree branch to another, from one tree to the next. If you looked up in the top of a tree, that’s where Dilly would be.

Dilly would walk the high wire. He would jump from a tree and then to a power line, run across the line, up the power pole, and run the high wire. Way above the streets, Dilly would be. He would cross the road high above, while cars passed by, and snicker and laugh—ha ha growl. Dilly would say, “I’m Dilly, and I can do anything,” and off to find a walnut Dilly went. But why find a nut when you can steal from another squirrel? All his squirrel friends and family were always gathering nuts, but not Dilly. Dilly would always say, “Why hunt when I can steal?” and away he went. Dilly worked harder stealing from other squirrels than he would just hunting down his own nuts.

Dilly lived inside the eaves of a house. He chewed up cardboard from boxes and packed them into the eaves, with leaves from the trees, and he would stay warm and dry. Dilly didn’t have a girlfriend. He was just mean. Dilly was a lonely squirrel. Maybe that’s what made him so mean.

Dilly was a mean squirrel on the edge. Further adventures of Dilly the Evil Squirrel coming soon!

—Randy Long

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“Yelm UFO Fest and Cosmic Symposium – The Dust Settles” by Richard F. Yates

On Friday afternoon, 28 July 2017, Michael King and I made the drive to an interesting little town about 30 minutes east of Olympia, WA, USA. The goal for the weekend was to sell some shirts and observe the goings-on at an actual, honest to goodness, UFO festival---full of TRUE BELIEVERS and fun seekers…

The image below is from the first day as we were setting up shop. Michael, who is the mind behind Bonemill D-Signs and the H.E.X clothing line, as well as one of the primary creators from the Art Horse collective, created several UFO / alien themed garments just for this event---and frankly, they went over quite well!

Did I see any UFOs at the event? Only one…

I did, however, see a great many aliens.

What I set out to do (besides help Michael with his booth) was to listen to the believers and see what they had to say. I’m a skeptic when it comes to UFOs and aliens visiting our planet, but I had no desire to try to challenge anyone’s stories or personal experiences. I just wanted to hear what they had to say, and it turned out that we had a number of people visit our booth who had stories that they wanted to share. (More than I thought we would have!) I heard several eye-witness sightings, learned that the C.I.A. is now based in Washington State (because of all the UFO activity here), saw some photos from one guy’s phone of what he claimed was a UFO captured while he was taking snaps of the moon, heard a bit about the Ramtha School of Enlightenment, talked to an interesting older Native American fellow who said his tribe has believed in the “Star People” for many hundreds of years, and we even got to hear some stories from a guy who had worked as a radar reader in the 1960s and claimed that he “got paint” on an object moving at over 6,000 miles an hour! (That’s fast…) Some of the people who chose to share had a bit of a “creepy vibe” that made me feel rather uncomfortable (perhaps a bit TOO intense for my taste), but most of the visitors we talked to were friendly and pleasant.

Unfortunately, even after a long and enlightening weekend, I am still not convinced that aliens are visiting us here on Earth.

Saturday was hot, but there were still a great many people who came by the festival. Many of them said that they spotted the event as they were driving by and decided to check it out. I don’t blame them---it was basically a big carnival. Throughout the day there were vendor booths with a variety of weird themes, like “Sacred Geometry and Art” or “Spirit Portraits” or various alternative diet foods and other (somewhat sketchy) products and information services. There were also food carts and ice cream trucks and a beer garden and music performers from morning to night for all three days. (My favorite band played on Saturday night, The Fabulous Downey Brothers, and they had a very new wave style, kind of a Devo meets Techno, with costumes and a backing video with great, cheesy, 80’s style computer graphics. I was definitely impressed!) (The photo below is from a folk singer / Native American dance act that played Friday night.)

As I said at the beginning of this post, Michael ended up doing well at the event. About halfway through the 2nd day of the fest, the coordinators ran out of shirts in most of the popular sizes, (underestimated the demand), and they started sending people over to Michael’s booth to buy some of his designs, and then the customers could take the shirts back to the main information booth and have the Yelm UFO Fest logo heat-pressed onto the backs! Even without this extra sales boost, the UFO and alien shirts sold very well, particularly the “I Want to Leave” design and the Adamski Flying Saucer on tie-dye.

For my first UFO festival, I’d say it was a pretty good time. It was WAY TOO HOT, especially on Saturday, and it was a loooong weekend, but worth the drive, for sure. (We left directly from work on Friday, and didn’t pull back into my town until almost 6:00 P.M. on Sunday evening, and Michael lives even further down the freeway than I do!) Overall---it was fun. I might even be inclined to go again next year!

---Richard F. Yates
(Commander in Cheap of The Primitive Entertainment Workshop)

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