"Hooray for Sock, the greatest sock on Earth and Hooxbla!"
~~ You might be thinking "What is Hooxbla?"
Well, ‘Hooxbla’ is a planet in space and – actually, I’ll start from the beginning~~
“Mum! Have you seen my sock?”
“No dear! Have you looked under your bed yet?”
“I’ve looked everywhere! Even in my bookshelf!”
Suddenly, I heard a tapping on the roof. I climbed out the window and onto the roof. What I saw was an animal. Well… not exactly. It was my sock .It was wriggling about and mumbling things. “Xiazo! Meela mourna…” I gasped. My own sock was talking and moving. It slid down the roof towards me. It seemed to speak in many languages. Finally, it said: “Do you speak English?” It was then I said “Yes.”
My sock then said: “My name is Sockulon or you can call me Sock for short.”
“What a coincidence that you are a sock called Sock.”
“Really? This is a sock? We must not get sidetracked! I have come to warn you about the Formlesses, not the good ones but the bad ones. Formlesses are spirits from the planet Hooxbla. All Formlesses can travel through time and space. Good Formlesses like to take control of dead objects such as machines, tables, clothing… anything of the sort, but bad Formlesses travel through time and space to create chaos. But luckily, they can only do this when in contact with oxygen. This planet doesn’t have oxygen does it?”
I was about to say that it does when a dinosaur appeared, very far away. All of a sudden, the world felt like it was standing completely still and whizzing at great speeds at the same time. When this was happening, Sock disappeared. When everything felt normal, Sock was there again.
“How did you disappear and then reappear?” I asked
“Didn’t you hear? Formlesses can travel through time and space.”
“You are a Formless?”
“Yes. I need you to help me to reunite Hooxbla. It exploded a few days ago. If you help me do this, the Formless will be sucked back onto Hooxbla and things will stop changing. There is no oxygen on Hooxbla. I need you to read this out for me. I have no eyes so I can’t read.”
He handed me a piece of paper. “Then how come you can talk?”
“When I take a form of something, I get to choose a few senses. I chose to be able to talk and listen. Now please, read.”
I took a deep breath and read the stiff piece of paper:
The stars are bright.
The universe is not right.
God of might,
Please reunite,
The planet of Hooxbla to regain light.
This is where I say ‘Goodnight.’
All of a sudden, the sky turned dark and then light like someone switching a switch on and off. There was a lot of dust rising from Earth up into the sky. Along with the dust, blue and red mist was flowing out. There was red mist floating out of a duck. There was blue mist floating out of my sock. It spoke to me “Goodbye my friend!”
Everything was normal again.
~~Six weeks later~~
“Things are becoming strange again…” I though. On that day, I thought I saw a table twitch.
All of a sudden, my table spoke.
“Hello again, It’s me, Sock!”
I was so excited! We had a party with the Prime Minister, television crew and more Formlesses (good ones).
We held a toast. "Hooray for Sock, the greatest sock on Earth and Hooxbla!"
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