Invasion of Seaburg
By Glenda Reynolds
There was a legend about the Arctic Ocean
in the North Pole that a comet crashed there long ago. Ever since then strange
things have happened. Things like folks coming across perfect clones of
themselves. When they were found out, the clones ran for the hills, never to be
seen again.
These days the Siberian huskies can sense
the presence of aliens. They go berserk, trying to chew through their
restraints. I heard that one dog got taken. Its chain was burned apart. The
footprints leading away were unidentifiable. I’ve even seen large polar bears
laying dead in the winter wasteland looking like they’ve been split open with
lasers. What did the aliens think they would find? Could it be true that such a
race hunts for sport, needing some kind of trophy?
Those Northern lights? They aren’t always
caused by the gaseous particles interacting with the sun’s rays in the
atmosphere. Some believe that they are alien spacecrafts looking for the stray
one that crashed at the North Pole.
One day, a team of scientists discovered
the UFO spacecraft deep in the Arctic Ocean. They deployed a submarine with
robotic arms to use flotation devices to bring it to the surface. Cranes
would’ve been too heavy for the ice. While it was being towed to the nearest
Canadian city, the lights on the outside of the craft started blinking. The sub
ceased its towing, and docked the craft in my town of Seaburg. The ship had
established communications with the alien ships in the orbiting atmosphere. One
of these spaceships landed in the North Pole.
The aliens had been monitoring Earth for a
long time. They knew it was Christmas. When they disembarked from their ship,
the aliens cloned themselves with special technology to look like Santa, white
beards and red suites, the total package. Otherwise, these beings were
reptilian in nature with a nasty disposition. And they were packing heat: laser
guns that could take a person’s head clean off. A parade of alien Santas rode
off, each one on what could only be described as magnetic hover-boards, only
much faster.
We were ready for them. People in my little
town all owned guns and were members of the NRA. This doesn’t stand for No
Radical Aliens, but today that could be the case. The extraterrestrial activity
was monitored and talked about daily. We could feel the electricity in the air.
There was no solar horizon event to mark a
time for guns to be drawn and ready. The North Pole was experiencing its Polar
Night cycle, continual darkness until March. Even through this period there may
be only times of twilight.
We placed Jeb in a lookout tower. He used a
pair of night vision goggles. He spotted the parade of fake Santas coming at a
fast pace. He was almost fooled until he saw the weapons they carried and the
hover-boards they traveled on. He sent a flaming arrow into a large pile of
kindling in the town center creating a bonfire.
The fake Santas saw our people holding
their weapons and immediately began shooting their laser guns. A few people
hurled what looked like snow globes at the creatures. These were Molotov
cocktails with lit fuses. There’s nothing that smells worse than a burning
alien.
Jeb and his cousin Bobby raced into view,
each in his own sleigh drawn by a fast reindeer. Bobby had his collectible
ninja sword ready to do battle. He said that a man must look into the eyes of
his enemy when he kills him. After killing his first alien this way, he opted
for his Remington rifle. Cousin Jeb always wanted to try out his new
Springfield Armory semiautomatic pistol. Reptilians were splattering everywhere
as he rode by with a dazzling smile on his face. Soon the smile vanished as an
alien shot his reindeer, sending animal, sleigh and rider tumbling in the snow.
Suddenly there was an explosion in the
distance. The ship that the Reptilians landed in had been blown up by another
alien race. The cloning devices failed simultaneously, revealing the ugly true
form of the enemy. The other aliens known as the Nordics came onto the scene.
These were human-like with blond hair, shining blue eyes, and were 7 ft. tall.
They had twice the strength of the average man. They quickly defeated the
Reptilians.
When the fighting was over, the Nordics
gathered with our towns people in the center by the bonfire.
“Thank you for helping us in our time of
need, stranger,” said Mayor Johnson as he shouldered his rifle.
A Nordic that looked like the leader said,
“It’s a time to celebrate peace and good will towards man. Even we Nordics know
the true meaning of Christmas. You see, God made many worlds, but there was
only one Son that was born in Bethlehem.”
After the people of Seaburg expressed their
thanks, the Nordics returned to their ship to continue to keep the universe
safe for us all, human and alien alike.
*****
Part 2
Several months have passed since the
invasion of Seaburg, a coastal community near the North Pole. Ever since that
“so called” comet hit Earth years ago, we observed strange happenings: human
clones and animals ripped apart or missing. These alien beings would come to be
known as the Reptilians. One thing that would give them away is that they have luminescent
green eyes. But like an unwanted nightmare, the Reptilians would come for us.
March brought some sun into our endless
winter night, but only astronomical twilight, not even enough light to cast a
shadow. It remained just dark enough to see illumination below the sea. We
feared that it could be aliens who had not engaged in battle and were left
behind in safety.
We were right.
“What a beautiful sunset!” exclaimed
Bobby, the twenty-something year old northern redneck who was fond of his sword
and rifle collection. He admired the sparkling glow on the waves caused by the
alien craft.
“That’s no sunset, you idiot. I’m pretty
sure it’s ‘them’. We didn’t get rid of those aliens like we thought we did,”
chided his cousin Jeb.
Bobby was no scaredy-cat. He had killed
a good number of Reptilians when they invaded Seaburg during the holidays. He
was a good shot with his Remington rifle.
“And what is that putrid smell?” Jeb
asked with disgust on his face, “We have to alert the town about this.”
Tendrils
of luminescent fluid made its way to the surface. What we didn’t know was this:
the life blood of humans and animals mixed with a concoction was being ejected
from the submerged alien ship. The stench of death wafted its way to our
village.
Later we saw plenty of activity in the
sky, such as UFOs traveling lightening fast. Some would stop suddenly in the
sky, come nearer, and then dart off in another direction. Lights on these
spaceships would twinkle as if communicating with the ship below the sea. The
submerged craft blinked lights of its own in return.
The space craft continued to expel the
bloody concoction which polluted the shoreline. It attracted meat eaters such
as polar bears, wolves, and white arctic foxes. The ingested mixture caused
them to convulse violently. They became infected with an illness that we would later
come to know more about. It caused their eyes to glow all of the time. Soon the
infected animals made their way into the city of Seaburg.
The ambassador of the Nordics came with
his troop to visit Mayor Johnson of Seaburg after receiving a call of distress.
Nordics
were an alien race which were human-like with blond hair, shining blue eyes,
and were 7 ft. tall. They had twice the strength of the average man.
“Thank
you for coming on such short notice. I am humbled by your faithfulness to stand
by our side,” said the mayor.
“It
is our pleasure to preserve peace throughout the galaxy, including your planet
Earth. We have come to love your planet and wish to protect it,” replied the
ambassador. A garbled language came out of the wrist communicator alerting him.
“I’m sorry to cut this short. It appears that your town is being overrun by
diseased Earth animals, thanks to the Reptilians. My guards have informed me
that they are infested with the LumEco virus. It will spread to other animals
and humans. All will eventually die.”
“‘All’
as meaning all life forms on Earth?”
“I’m
afraid so.”
Both
Nordics and humans acted swiftly to rally the townspeople to protect the city. Not
only were men placed on roofs tops to signal when the infected animals came
into town, but they also took a proactive stance. Troops of humans and Nordics
scoured the snowy terrain to hunt and kill meat eaters with glowing green eyes.
To be thorough, they burned the carcasses in a bonfire. One wolf managed to
make its way into the middle of town. It lay on the ground, convulsing
violently. Upon dying, the stomach of the wolf ripped open as baby Reptilians
crawled from it and scattered throughout the street.
“What
in THE Hell?” shouted Jeff.
“I
got this, cousin,” assured Bobby. He would not be deterred after seeing this.
He unleashed his bird dogs and got an assortment of weapons, one being a flame
thrower. Soon the entire group of baby Reptilians had been cornered and burned.
When
the townspeople and Nordics thought they had a good handle on the infestation,
they decided to take more action. Two Nordics dressed in scuba gear. They swam
out to the submerged space craft and attached explosives to it. As the mixed
group watched from shore, the explosives were detonated. The blast created a
great pillar of water with fireworks reminiscent of the fourth of July.
Blinking lights in the sky above meant that the UFOs were chattering about the
destruction of the ship. They were gone in a millisecond. The town’s people
cheered as once again they were able to defeat the Reptilians.
In
a humble cabin in the south side of town, a little boy was getting ready for
bed. But first he enjoyed a steaming cup of hot chocolate and some chocolate
chip cookies as he sat up against the head board of his bed.
“Come
on, little fella,” he coaxed as he held a piece of cookie under the bed. It was
quickly snatched and swallowed.
The
baby Reptilian’s thoughts were, “Cookies good! Humans bad!”
