I wrote this when 1993 was the future (which means I was likely anywhere between 8 to 10 years old at the time of its creation). Everything below is exactly as I typed it then, spelling mistakes, etc., all intact. 

Well, I’m going to tell you an adventure that happened in 1993. Justin, my friend, and I called it “The War of the Weirdos”. Thats what I’m going telling you about.
 
It happened around summer. I had Justin over after school on a friday. That night at 11:59 pm we were watching the clock when it turned 12:00 am. We saw a bright light outside. We deicided to go out in the morning because it was too dark and we couldn’t go out now.
 
At 1:30 am we heard footsteps but it was my mom telling us to go to sleep.
 
In the morning we went out to see what it was. We saw weird footprints, deep holes, and burned grass.
 
All of a sudden a thing that looked like a spaceship whized past us. Weird things that looked like missiles with one big eye zoomed past us.  Things with oval faces with a line through it and rockets on their feed had sword or an axe in their hand.
 
All the types had a leader. The ones that looked like missiles had one that looked like a bullet. The one that looked like a spaceship was black. The one with an oval head and a line throughit had bat wings, a copter on it’s head, and rockets on it’s feet. They were shooting at us!
 
Justin and I screamed!

We knew we had to kill them all. We ran into the house and we eeach got a gun. We went outside. Justin aimed and shot. He killed one of the guys that looked like a missile. I shot and killed one of the guys that looked like a spaceship.

That made all the rest of the guys mad because the spaceship guys were the strongest. They swooped down towrd us and were shooting at us. I got hit in the arm! I yelled in pain.

Justin got mad. He shot and shot. That killed five of the guys. There was one left. It was a soaceship thing. I hardly got up and shot. I killed him!

But it dosen’t end here. All of a sudden a enormous spaceship thing came down. He was laughing at us. He transformed into all of three of them.

The oval face guy stuck his sword in the ground and we were surrounded by swords. The bullet guy shot deep holes around us. The spaceship guy filled the holes with water and a great white shark.

Then………. I fell in. Justin grabed me but it was too late. I struggled to get out. A shark came toward me. It opened it’s mouth then closed it on my shot arm. I screamed.

I got out but it was too late. All three shot a missle and blew up the earth.

We floated through space. We landed on a planet. We named it planet Gourph. We don’t think anything will attack us.

The End.

Addendum: I used to draw the evil oval guys all the time. One year my mother indulged my begging and let me draw it onto my birthday cake:

(Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV)

“Oh I don’t know. Paint a picture, read a book, travel, meet people. No, god, those are so generic. I want to stand at the base of the ocean at sunrise, feel my feet sink into the sand as the morning warmth hits me. I want to look into space and know the names of all the constellations. I want to reach into history and know why they’re important. And I do want to travel. I want to see the artifacts of people who lived thousands of years before me. I want to see the remnants of their existence and fully understand that while I’m a blip in the universe, there’s a chance that I can affect someone long after I’m gone.  I don’t know, I mean, I want to be intangible, separated, but interwoven into the fabric of the universe. I want to be my own entity while maintaining my sense of place.”

The bubble shrinks. Dots of multicolored light blink at the edges of my sight. Everything else blurs together and I can feel my entire body vibrate. I can hear it—the shudder that starts at my head and wiggles its way to my extremities then outward. Time slows. My heartbeat slows. I lose focus. Everything is happening at once. Everything and nothing all together.

Everything and nothing. Everything and nothing.

Now.

Now. Now. Wake up.

“Wow.”

She sighs and kicks her feet, splashing water into the dark.

“I know, I know…it’s such a weird thing to complain about.”

“That is not at all what I meant—”

“I mean, there are people dying, or not sure if they’ll make it through the night and I’m concerned because I don’t like my job. I don’t feel special. Because I’m not happy. I’m not happy…”

I look to the waves and watch as the water washes over itself. Debris. From there to here. A to B. Consider the leaf turned. Then turned again. And again. And again. Ad infinitum. Constant revolution.

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