Space Pretzel

I was sitting at the kitchen table of a potential flat (potential meaning it being hypothetical and potentially mine). The kitchen was large and spartanic, high-ceilinged, and had a very large window that stretched from the floor to the ceiling, almost, and might even have been a flattish bay window. The Doctor (played by Matt Smith; the current Doctor) stood there between the window and the table, somewhat on the right side, and suggested I try out for playing the Doctor's next companion. I snorted and said they'd never pick me. And even if ... my mind wandered and I pictured doing just that, trying (that is, waiting for my turn to read) and acting in my chef clothes. This image lasted a very short time before I focused on the window again. It looked out on a dark lake surrounded by trees and I could see much sky above that. I could see stars and a colourful nebula. This picture filled my entire vision... and then contained a large pretzel. I mean, flipping enourmous. It was slender, thin, but BIG. Its shape looked doubled, a bit butterflyish. I thought it might be a space station or a ship. And I was right. It rotated vertically about 90 degrees, swerved to the right and flew a big loop. I expected it to speed away, but it turned back and came right at me, with its centerpiece aligned perfectly to the tip of my nose. It came rapidly closer and grew in my vision as I stared at the midspot that was headed for me. Soon I could make out a zipline and the accompanying latch. When the opening of this pretzel was about 20 metres close to me, both of us hovering out there in black, glinting space, the zip opened a little and revealed a seal, a door, which looked suspiciously like a closed set of pointy teeth in black and white. Which opened to reveal another set of teeth, in dark reds and angled differently this time. The pretzel ship was going to fucking eat me?! Never. I readied my imaginary weapon. (I knew it was imaginary. I had none, so I had to pretend something up, okay?) I pretended to hold a large spray can of lethal poison in my right hand, kept it low and inconspicuous, and waited for the multitude of pretzel doors to swallow me.

As it did.

It opened to a greyish white classroom with over a dozen black and white penguins sitting in broken half circles on plastic chairs. They were sitting still and mute, and simply looked at me.

I'll teach you to snag me like that, I thought-said, and sprayed them all with my pretend-poison. This is lethal, you're all dead now, I informed them, and sprayed again until they all looked utterly immobilised. Meaning, until their eyes all had stopped moving.

Evacuation

We were sitting in a cafeterialike place where a refugeeish family with small children had just left. The people on this planet wouldn't survive for much longer. Luckily, a perky ginger woman with the air of a teacher offered everyone a way out. About twenty to thirty people of different ages, but most of us youngish, from eighteen to thirty, took our seats in a classroom while the woman gave instructions to the quiz game we were going to play. She was cheery-busy at it. We were seated in pairs, each person got one question, and whenever a round of questions was finished, we were to rotate the rows.

My seat neighbour and I started in the last row, then moved to the second-to-last after we'd each answered our first question. The first two best players were announced. They were allowed to immediately board the ship that would leave this planet with as many passengers as it could hold. Not all of us would fit into it, of course, and this, some of us now realised for the first time, was what this game was about. Being good meant that you would survive.

As the first two boarded, a man in a red hawaii shirt stood gaping up at a screen hanging high on a wall, where a person exclaimed that two roundswinners would be announced aftere ach round, would be allowed to board at once, and that this would continue until the ship was full. This didn't faze me much, because I knew I was pretty good and would probably be invited in quite soon. The man kept gaping and looked somewhat spiteful.

Poor But Score Fox

I was on my way home from somewhere near/in the inner city on an early evening. I had no ticket for the tram, nor money for one, but that's hardly a problem for someone with two healthy feet and a unicycle. To be faster, I thought, why not try the cycle out? I'd never ridden one, and I had no idea why I had it with me (or owned it in the first place), but there it was, and there I was with several kilometres to go, so I simply sat on it and it suddenly happened to have handles and a hindwheel. Whatever, I thought, and cycled across the street on this big crossing (which really exists). On the corner I faced stood three women in front of a shop, one of which had a small dog on a leash. They talked about the dog, which had nice short red fur and large, triangular ears. It looked a lot like a cat to me at first, though I knew it was supposed to be a dog. As it turned on its back, curled up and out, lifted its paws and moved its head it looked more cattish than anything else. Then I thought, "maybe a fox?" and cycled on.

I didn't get further than a metre or so, because the fox dog jumped in front of me from the side in the shape of a petite, blackhaired, rather pretty girl, who was rather chipper and also seemed a bit naked to me. I can't say that she WAS naked, because I honestly don't know if she was, but I know that she SEEMED naked to me. She asked if we could go together and I happily invited her to join me on my way home, or wherever she wanted to go.

I immediately had an ulterior motive but she quite obviously had a similar one, so that was fine. We made our way to a train station (S-train, a local inner city thing) nearby, with me pushing my bike and remembering and remarking that I didn't have money for the fare, and apologising for the inevitable march on foot that I didn't want to subject her to in case she became impatient and was bored easily. But she skipped the entry of the train station and skipped along the length of its outer wall, pointed at its end; "That's alright, we're already there!" and indeed, there, out in the open among bushes, grit containers and the wall of the station platform, stood a bed, a few low shelves and lay scattered things that were apparently mine.

I just shrugged and was relieved, amazed, and most of all excited and happy. We both jumped into bed and I noticed how dark it had become. Nightly. Which I could see very well now that I lay on my back. The girl was on top of me at once and now wore definitely nothing except for a long white ribbony bandage around her chest and arms. It suited her and she was grinding and moaning and extremely goodlooking and warm.

Afterwards she woke me up and the light was different, so it must have been morning then. She was about to leave (still so bloody chipper and making me grin, too) and showed me a bag of comics she was going to borrow from me. I sifted through them and was amazed. I hadn't even known I had those!

Horror Synopsis [crappy]

The rooms in this house were large, high chambers and they were all dark and decrepit. There were time sequences of dark and light, and the dark ones were the dangerous ones. Something demonic came then, and we all had to be locked away in some room out of its path, in relative safety, when twilight began. It never worked, though, and we were picked off by one or more each time. People were just too slow and never listened. The dark didn't come in regular intervals, but it did come with a warning of flickering twilight each time.

The atmosphere was suitably creepy, but I noticed that I wasn't frightened. It was too exciting. Any powerlessness expressed itself as frustration rather than fear. I got to fight some of it a few times, but never really successfully. It didn't get me, but it got others (who were really bad at fighting and hiding and saving their own arses), and I couldn't really injure it, just stave it off a bit until light began again.

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