Janes Tale: GBE2 Writers Post

Jane's tale, even the sound of the name whispers normalcy, but this tale is anything but. Let me take you on a journey of the night of Jane's Tale..........................

Creating, writing, Jane did what she did each Friday night at her humble abode: She wrote stories on her laptop in her luxurious living room. Sitting in her gold queen chair, she clicked the letters on the pad ad nausea as her story spilled out.

Bright lights invaded her low lit living room. Through the white curtains, Jane could see an outline. What was it she asked herself as she shook her head in confusion? A dizzying humming noise infiltrated the room. Her valuables shook in her hutch and the dining room light swung back and forth. At first, it swung fast, then slowed down to an almost snail pace. Then...................................Total silence..................................

Jane awoke to small beings all around the lab table she laid on. Green in color, these beings stared it seemed right through her. The eyes almost covering their entire heads,  looked at her as if they knew her. Strange as it seemed, she felt  she knew them.  Blood ran down her cheeks as they pulled out the acupuncture needles.

On every wall pictured in 3D was the story she had written the night before. She did not remember composing an ending, but there it was........................


Lapping her face, Jane's black lab Lucky was kissing her. Looking out her window she noticed the curtains swung in the breeze. She could see her under garments out on the clothes line. Daybreak was here.