What an amazing woman, Frank thought.
“Did we-?” Frank asked half-politely.
Laura’s smile said ‘I want to be with you. But I’m afraid.’
What a beautiful face to wake up to. A warm body. A friend.
“Come get some breakfast.”
He came and sat down beside her and dug into his plate of scrambled eggs he squeezed ketchup over. With his mouth full he said “Oh yeah, Christmas’ around the corner.”
She took his hand and led him back to the living room and opened the curtains.
“Look at this.” Frank swallowed.
It was far brighter outside than in.
Frank’s hangover wasn’t thanking him.
The first glance was gorgeous; fluffy organic cotton clouds lined the city in a thick blanket and only several buildings protruded. Some of the buildings had strange attachments that were floating in mid air. Alien ships? Colonies?
Half a dozen floating shapes of various sizes and glowing discs, moving in between like data on a circuit-board. The ships all levitated around the tops of the skyscrapers, establishing contact with the town’s most important citizens; those placed on the highest floors or the tallest buildings.
Top managers, presidents, people with more money than they will ever need.
The pyramid building. The church.
Birds flew around the objects in circles, looking for answers of their own in this biblical event.
Truly a sight to behold.
Emily stood at the window in her pajamas, breakfast pan in hand, with a manic look on her face, gazing, about to enjoy the most memorable breakfast of her life.
“It’s been that way since I got up.”
“When?”
“Two hours ago.”
Frank stared off at the rapture outside.
After a while, Frank left the window side to find and empty all the bottles of alcohol he had in the house down the kitchen drain. Then he started hiccuping and returned to Laura, who stood in awe of everything.
As they watched history being rewritten, neither of them minded the increasingly strange reality, because now, for the first time in forever, they were not facing it all on their own.
They looked at each other.
No words needed to be spoken.
The transfer of energy between them was conveyed in more than just the eye contact.
Frank wasn’t sure whether it’s always been that way, or whether he has gained some heightened sense of consciousness, but It didn’t matter.
Laura drew the blinds on the window again.
It’s about that which we don’t perceive but feel, nevertheless.
Whether you choose to believe it all or not, this book is based on actual events. The people portrayed in this book declined to specify their names.
Parts of this story were adapted from scattered pieces of world history and general knowledge.
Our civilization on this earth is a young one and there are great many things in between space and time that we have not yet begun to understand.
Electricity was only invented 124 years ago from this day.
And yet it’s been here all along.
So has everything about everything been discovered?
Is there truly nothing left?
Much like electricity, the invisible is still elusive.
And that which disappears is all on faith.
When as t night a palm tree in the wind starts looking like a crawling spider, or you tilt your head up from your laptop and gaze into the dark depths of the night and see Them, looking right back at you, the ugliest and most bizarre creatures humanity has ever beheld, only then will you understand.
That is the part of the world that most are missing.
Best thing we can do is face forward.
Or is it the part of life that we’ve all been missing, because it only mutates very slowly mutates as it replicates
and replicates
and replicates
and replicates
and replicates
Aleks Vujovic
Look for the second book in Winter 2014.
No part of this book may be reproduced or quoted without the written consent of the author.
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Text and Illustrations © 2012 by Aleksandar Vujovic
FRANKENTOWN, characters, names and and related indicia are trademark of Aleksandar Vujovic.
The persons portrayed in this book have agreed to not be named. Their names and details have been changed. The University of California of Berkeley is not the original location of these events, therefore no statements or opinions regarding UC Berkeley or any of its staff represent reality, and are not to be taken seriously.
Published by Aleks Vujovic in 2013
First Review edition April 24th 2012
Kindle Edition March 8th 2013
ISBN 978-0-9891343-0-9
The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world that he doesn't exist.
Frankentown
Book of Psi
Prologue 1776
I Passing Passés
II Big Head or Passing Bottles
III Asea
IV Miracle
V Investigation
VI Soggy
VII Ventilated
VIII "Recovery"
IX At the same time
X Induction
XI A Warm Welcome
XII Icarus
XIII Concerning Greys
XIV On The Dragon's Hearth
XV Time Travel
XVI Holiday
XVII 0101
XVIII A good career
XIX Voluntary Induction
XX Levitation
XXI Homecoming
XXII The long flight
XXIII Shame
XXIV Home visit
XXV Nice to Meet you
XXVI Cutting time
XXVII So, Anyway,
XXVIII Emergency
XXIX Blue
XXX Laura
XXXI The end of all things
Afterword
Copyrights
Table of Contents
Prologue 1776
I Passing Passés
II Big Head or Passing Bottles
III Asea
IV Miracle
V Investigation
VI Soggy
VII Ventilated
VIII "Recovery"
IX At the same time
X Induction
XI A Warm Welcome
XII Icarus
XIII Concerning Greys
XIV On The Dragon's Hearth
XV Time Travel
XVI Holiday
XVII 0101
XVIII A good career
XIX Voluntary Induction
XX Levitation
XXI Homecoming
XXII The long flight
XXIII Shame
XXIV Home visit
XXV Nice to Meet you
XXVI Cutting time
XXVII So, Anyway,
XXVIII Emergency
XXIX Blue
XXX Laura
XXXI The end of all things
Afterword
Ender
Copyrights
Table of Contents
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