The Paranormal Adventures of Christina and Art #1: The Creatures that Came from the Land Down Under

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Featured Review on this writing by Vance Currie

Christina and Art are best friends! They do everything together!.. geek out at Comic Con, chill out at the movies... or even go to museums together.

But what happens when they find a huge yellow egg in Art's house?

The dark figure hid behind the bushes as the campers sang. It uttered a low growl as it waited for the right time to strike. It kept its eyes on a distracted, giggling boy. The freckled boy wore a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles shirt.


The camera zoomed in on the happy children as I closed my eyes.

“Pathetic,” Art said.

“Shut up, Arthur,” I mocked.

“But you are. This movie is so lame!”

“No, I was just closing my eyes to visualize it better.” I ran my fingers through my long, blond hair in an attempt to calm myself.

“You’re the worst liar! This stupid movie has you scared.”

“You shouldn’t talk. Remember last week when somebody slammed the door and you jumped?”

“That caught me off guard.”

“And that time when that cat rubbed against your ankle and you screamed? Or that time when you were on the toilet and?—“

“Alright, alright, I see your point, but this movie is lame!”

I stuck my tongue out at him.


Art’s midnight black hair was in a long ponytail. His hair and green eyes got all the girls (and the occasional male). He wore a Power Ranger shirt that appropriately suited his irises. Although thin, all his year’ skateboarding kept him looking more beefy than bony.

I looked at his short nose. “You have the cutest nose!” I touched it, now trying to distract him from further taunting.

“Thanks, but your nose is cuter!” He looked into my deep blue eyes, and without any warning, kissed me. “Crap! I’m sorry, Christina! I dunno what came over me!”

“Art, it’s OK. I know we’re just friends,” I replied, surprised that he kissed me.

“Alright,” he said as his face turned red.

“Besides, Josh likes me,” I said gently, trying to remind him of our position.

“I know, but…” Art trailed off.

“I know what you were gonna say, but he’s not gonna kill you.”

“OK. You’re right; you are the most understanding person I know!”

“That’s right, homie!”

“Haha, OK. I express much gratitude for your input, Rando Calrissian.”

“What the freak, Art?” I said, weirded out by his wordage.

Maybe he felt nervous about me talking about him, or maybe he really had an empathy for my squeamish reaction to the monster movie, but for whatever reason Art grabbed the remote and changed the channel.

The news anchorwoman reported several people mysteriously missing around town. That’s all I needed! Hear that after the monster movie! I turned the TV off.

I heard an odd, shrill sound, but I couldn’t tell where it came from. “Did you hear that?”

When Art continued to ignore me, I stood up and looked around his room. I searched his bed, lifting his huge Spider-Man plushie, which he won at a carnival.

“What the heck?” I said and stopped in the hall. A large yellow egg-shaped thing sat in the middle of Art’s living room.

“Whoa!” Art exclaimed behind me. “What is that?”

“I don’t know.” I hesitated then walked to the egg.

I slowly reached out and placed my hand on it. “It feels warm.”

Following my lead, Art touched the egg. He examined the scaly shell.

“Where did it come from? Do you think someone dropped it off?” I wondered out loud and noticed the front door was closed.


The high frequency occurred again. This time, it was louder. “Please tell me you hear that now.”

“Yes, I do. This is weird!”

The egg started glowing, pulsating like a hospital monitor.

BRRRRRRR!!! Art and I both covered our ears. It didn’t help.

We ran out in the yard.


I jumped and looked back at the one-story brick house.

“What was that?” Art asked.

Rubble flew everywhere. I shielded my eyes from the daylight as the debris cleared. I looked at the wreckage, and I gasped at what I saw.

BANG! A yellow, rabbit-like creature burst through the doorway, sending some remaining chunks of Art’s house flying.

Taller than a horse at its full height, the thing stood on its lanky legs. It had huge fluffy feet with long claw-like toenails. Its canary-yellow shinds had a hint of brown and attached to large powerful knees. I certainly wouldn’t want to take it on a kickboxing match. Chills ran down my back as it flexed its muscular, long arms. It looked at me through its black, beady eyes and growled through its wide, olive-green mouth.

“RUN!” I screamed, turning around. I kicked Art’s lawn gnome over as we dashed across the grass and into the street. We ran toward the stop sign at the end of Art’s block.

Reaching the sign, Art slowed down a bit and shouted, “Which way do we run now?”

My heart pounded in my ears as I looked back.

The creature wasn’t chasing after us.

“Wait!” I exclaimed and started walking back down the street toward it.


“Shh!” I put my finger to my lips as I neared the creature. It opened its mouth, revealing rows of sharp, pointy white teeth.

The creature then gave an intimidating roar and stared down at us. I noticed its rosy, pushed-in nose. Its heaving, massive chest dictated a clear message this thing was not a creature anyone should mess with.

Art grabbed my arm and whispered, “Are you freakin’ nuts?”

“Shut up! I think it might be nice.”

Art’s grip tightened as the creature bowed over us. It sniffed my hair as I kept still. I looked at its awkward, lemon-yellow, lobster claw-like fingers, three for both upper appendages, almost resembling a human hand.

I was pulled away from its weirdness when it grabbed my hair with its claw and tugged on it.

“OW!” I yelled.

It stopped and growled.

“Christina,” Art whispered as I felt his grip tighten on my arm.

Then the creature sat like a sphinx before resting its head between what I assumed were its arms. The creature’s long ears followed the rest of its body as they flopped to their sides like a beagle.

Then it moaned.

“Maybe it feels sorry for hurting me,” I replied and patted its fleshy head. Wagging its long, beefy, yellow-greenish, reptilian tail, the creature looked at me and put its claw on my head. It rubbed my head then booped my nose. The creature gently grabbed it with its claw-fingers. The bizarre phalange on my nose felt kind of heavy. But that wasn’t even the weirdest part. Its fingers were like cold, dry, fat Vienna sausages touching my face. The claw-fingers drifted across my face, rubbing against my eyelids which I shut as the fingers came close and feeling my mouth; another feature I immediately closed. The whole experience was very surreal. Then I smelled rotten eggs, and I gagged.

Not wanting to offend the rabbit creature, I said, “It’s OK, you’re just curious, aren’t you?”

It nodded.

“Well, my name is Christina, and this is Art.”

Its thin lips formed into something like a smile and the creature looked at the ground. It uttered a low grunt and looked back at me.

It pointed a claw-finger at itself, then at the ground.

“I don’t understand. You’re trying to tell us something about the ground?”

The creature nodded.

“Do you belong under the ground?” I asked.

The creature nodded once more, rose back to its full height, and waddled to Art’s house… then grunted. Even though the bunny-like legs, it moved nothing like one. A funny, clumsy, skipping gait caused its arms to wiggle by its sides.

“Great, it’s going back to my house.” I heard Art grumble as if anything worse could happen to the place.

Hey, where are you going?” I followed it. It bobbed through what used to be the front door and stopped in front of the shattered egg, staring down at the yellow pieces on the floor.

“You must’ve emerged from that egg,” Art concluded.

“Oh, now, you’re curious?” I muttered in Art’s ear.

The creature nodded in reply to Art’s question.

“Were you hatched?” I asked, and it shook its head. The rabbit creature gracelessly spun around and lumbered over to something. It bumped into Art’s lamp.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” Art exclaimed as the lamp danced around. It settled back into place. The thing stood next to the still-standing coffee table where Art’s notepad sat. Art and I exchanged glances as its fingers wrapped around the pen.

“Huh?” Art blurted out.

The creature wrote something and held the paper up:

My name is Xander. I wasn’t hatched. My people put me in there.

“Who?” I asked. “Who put you in?”

The other Voltins, like me. We’ve existed for centuries underground. We belong there. We do not want to live above ground due to our uniqueness. We’ve seen how humans treat our ancesters.

“Y-y-your ancestors?” Art said, his eyes wide.

“Yeah, but we love all types of animals,” I added.

We’re not like other animals. We’re advanced like you people. We have towns, hold elections, and buy items that help our economy.

“Wow! Really?”

Xander was about to write something else when a scream, followed by a roar reverberated from the street. Xander, Art, and I rushed out after it.

One of Art’s neighbors ran towards us and shouted, “GET THE HELL AWAY FROM THAT CREATURE!”

Another Voltin turned the corner.

“RUN!” the man screeched and fled.

The Voltin skipped to him, and with another roar, it picked him up with its claw, and threw him.

The man screamed as he soared and landed three lawns over.

Art and I ran over to him.

“Oh my God, are you OK?” I asked.

He looked up at us. “Get away while you have a chance!” He stumbled onto his feet and hobbled away around the corner as fast as he could go.

Art and I exchanged glances.

Xander lurched at the other Voltin and bit the aggressor’s arm. The second Voltin opened his mouth, roaring, whipping its big, chunky, yellow tail at Xander’s face in response. Our Voltin staggered back at the impact then charged at the second. He knocked it down and grunted. It grunted back. Xander got off the other Voltin and to my surprise, helped it up. Xander then beckoned to us to come as if nothing had happened and the Voltin next to him hadn’t just thrown Art’s neighbor.

“We’re not going anywhere with YOU!” I said, appalled and shocked by the violence.

He stared at me with his long ears down and puppy dog eyes.

All fear left me, just like that. I started toward them.

Art caught my elbow. “Christina, what the HELL are you doing?! Are you crazy? That thing just catapulted Kalop across three lawns!”

“I know, but I have to see what’s going on.” I looked back at the poor, cute creatures. I also had a sudden burning curiosity about how and where they lived. I had to know. This was a huge scientific discovery!

“Why? Do you want to be slaughtered and eaten once they lure you underground?”

“If Xander wanted to kill us, he would have done so right away. This is too good of an opportunity to see how they live. We have to go. Plus, he’s so cute!”

“Huh, CUTE?!”

“Yes. I wanna play with its floppy ears!”

“Have you lost your frickin’ mind?”

“Look, I’m going; you can come if you want,” I said.


“OK, bye, Art.”

“Fine,” he replied.

We followed the strange yellow floppy-eared creatures. Luckily, no one else was around to be freaked out by the scene of us walking behind two giant, clumsily-skipping, rabbit creatures. I kept thinking the Voltins were going to collapse as the weight of their clunky claw-hands seemed to throw their balance off with each skip-step they took.

A couple blocks down, I saw a huge hole in the middle of the street, where a crowd of about thirty people gathered.

As we approached them, a man dressed in slippers and a kitty-print bathrobe bellowed in astonishment, “WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!”

Everyone looked. They screamed and ran.

I didn’t even bother trying to tell them it was OK and continued walking towards the hole.

“Uh, maybe this is a bad idea,” Art said.

The Voltins stopped and turned around. They grunted, pointed to us, put their arms together like they were holding a baby, and looked at the hole.

“What?” I said and Xander scooped me up. I yelped in surprise.

“Hey!” Art exclaimed. I looked back as the other Voltin picked him up, too.

Then, Xander jumped into the hole with me. I screamed as we fell, fully expecting to die. The air grew colder as I felt Xander’s fur ruffled against my face. My screams echoed in the dark as we plummeted farther. Yep, this is how it ends. We’re going to die, I thought as my heart pounded. We kept falling, causing me to wonder if it would ever end.

Suddenly, as if we had only fallen a few feet, we landed. Thankful to not be a pancake, I gazed into pitch black.

I heard a clap.

Space-age-looking lights all around us lit up in the enormous cavern. They kind of reminded me of flying saucers. Gawking at the community of Voltins around us, I figured there were about a hundred or so. Some stared at me while others minded their own business. Some of the inhabitants rode on vehicles that looked like four-wheeled bicycles. Small buildings resembling supermarkets, liquor stores, and other various shops lined the street. It seemed oddly similar to downtown Strangeville. Other Voltins bungle-skipped in and out of stores, carrying bags with their large claw hands.

Although Xander said they think people are cruel to animals, I supposed the Voltins who ignored us didn’t care. “Did you clap?” I asked, my thoughts back to the sudden illumination.

Xander nodded and clapped a few times, demonstrating how the lights turned off and on, leaving the area lit.

“Cool!” I exclaimed, resisting the urge to sing ‘The Clapper’ theme song. “Hey! That must be how your cloaking device works!”

Xander walked away.

“Hey, where are you going?” I asked and heard Art scream. I turned around as the other Voltin landed with him still in its arms.

“Am I dead?” Art asked.

With what seemed like an annoyed grunt, the Voltin dropped him on his butt.

‘“Oof!” Art grimaced, and he looked around. “Amazing! It’s like we’re in the Vanilla Dome in ‘Super Mario World!’”

“Art, you’re such a nerd… but yeah, it is amazing!” I exclaimed.

Without any warning, and skipping like bumbling drunks, several Voltins ran to us and roared.

One of them stepped forward and snarled with its dark-green lips revealing its jagged meat-eating fore-teeth. Straightening its red-tipped tail, it uttered a low growl then squatted down, preparing to jump on us.

Before they could attack, Xander reappeared holding two small devices in his claw. He let loose a roar, which I now knew correlated to worked-up Voltins. Then, Xander shambled in front of Art and me, shielding us from the potential killers. The others roared in frustration as they swiped their claws at him.

“We’re friendly,” I said. “We won’t hurt you!”

They stopped and looked at me.

“Xander told us about you, and plenty of humans are nice like us.”

Xander picked up the gadgets he had dropped while protecting us and gave them to Art and me. He pointed to his ear, then back at us.

“You want us to insert them in our ears?” Art asked.

The Voltin nodded so I complied with Xander’s instruction, wincing as I slid the cold mechanism in my ear canal while Art did the same.

“Now you can understand us,” Xander said with a gravelly voice and I jumped.

“Whoa,” I exclaimed, flabbergasted.

“I don’t believe this,” Art said, “the buildings, the lights, the bike things, they’re incredible!”

“Thank you,” Xander replied. “Would you like to take a tour?” His voice droned monotonously.

“Of course!” I smiled.

“We will begin,” Xander said.

“Hold on, Christina, they almost killed us and you want to take a tour of this place?” Art asked, grabbing my arm yet again.

“Please, Art.”

“Alright, but, if we end up dead, it’s your fault.”

I rolled my eyes, and we followed Xander.

“We don’t have electricity down here. We have a generator that powers our whole town.”

“What does it run on?” I asked.

“I’ll explain how it works when we go to it.”

“Awesome! By the way, I believe that people should subsidize more research for eco-friendly power sources,” Art said.

“There you go again with your sudden enthusiasm,” I murmured.

“Yes, I heard that you humans have a primitive power system,” Xander replied in his monotonal voice. “I’ll show you our power system. You’ll be amazed at where we get the energy. Are you a fast runner?”

I wasn’t sure why he asked Art if he was a fast runner. “Now, you’re intrigued, again,” I said, looking at Art.

On the sidewalk, a plump-bellied Voltin stumble-skipped along, walking a bright five-legged turquoise creature on a leash. The turquoise pet almost danced as it walked, reminding me of Pluto in an old,

black-and-white Disney cartoon. It stopped and looked at the ground. The beast’s nostrils flared excitedly, then the pet’s attention turned to us.

Without warning, it broke free of the Voltin’s crustaceous grip and ran toward me. I screamed as the beast leaped on and knocked me down. Then, it uttered a noise that sounded like a meow and a bark together. I almost lost my lunch from its putrid breath. It smelled like decaying meat. I looked into its six, glossy, hot pink eyes, as they seemed to radiate­ straight into my skull. The creature’s eyes were so intense they were practically hypnotic. It cocked his circular head as purple fluid dripped from its red ear. I shrieked again as it dripped on my cheek. The ooze felt cold and slimy! The creature made the bark-meow hybrid noise again and licked me with its black tongue, also cold and slimy.

“YAAAAAAIIII!!” I wailed.

It licked its chops as if preparing to eat me… but then the crazy beast was lifted off me. The chubby Voltin held onto its leash as it made the bark-meowing noise.

“What the hell is that?” I demanded, wiping the wretched purple slime off on the back of my hand.

“I’m sorry, he has an ear infection,” the fat Voltin, holding the creature replied. “He’s called a Moge.” His monotonic voice almost croaked like a big, fat frog.

“Moge?” I repeated as a of slime dripped from the weird animal’s ear.

“Yes,” he replied.

“Where did it come from?” Art asked.

“We created them. We extracted DNA from other animals and modified the chromosomes until we created this creature.” He pointed to the turquoise pet with a funny, stout finger resembling a pinky. I just realized Voltins pointed in a very odd way.

“Cool!” Art buzzed.

I think I’m going to vomit, I thought as I saw more purple goo oozing from the Moge’s ear. YUCK!

“There’s much more to show you,” Xander said.


Five minutes later, we came to a shiny pink warehouse.

“Our power system is in here,” Xander said. He opened the large, shiny door and let us in. It was dark and smelled musky, like a damp cellar.

Xander clapped and dim lights turned on. They flickered as he stumbled his way to a shiny gold work desk in the middle of the almost-empty room.

On the desk, sitting on a small stand, was a device that looked a bit like Art’s now probably destroyed Surface tablet. “This controls the power for the whole town. It tunes into the atomic frequency of the gold in the desk and transforms it into a magnetic field,” Xander said in his unvarying tone.

“And it’s just that little thing? It powers the WHOLE town?” Art asked.

“Yes, but it does need a small catalytic current to keep the reactor going.”

“That’s incredible!”

“Yes, and it’s made from titanium alloy, so it won’t break… even if you drop it from a hundred-story building.”

“Awesome!” I exclaimed.

Xander showed the screen and pointed to a colorful gauge. “This gauge shows the amount of power it currently gives off.”

“What does it run on?” I asked.

“It runs on a special concoction we made, but I’m afraid I can’t tell you what it is, but depending on how our tour turns out, you may have the privilege of learning more later… or not.”

“Seriously, our people need access to this device. We have a complicated and outdated power system,” Art added.

“We know. It’s sad, really. Your people haven’t made your technology as advanced as ours yet. You still rely heavily on fossil fuels that harm the planet, but I’m sure one day your technology will be as advanced as ours. Now, do you want to see our electronics?”

“Heck yes!” Art said. “But, first, can you please inform me what the concoction is? I won’t tell anyone.”

“Art!” I barked.

The words’ Electronics Store’ flashed in green lights outside an immense, triangular, bright red building as we approached it.

HEY! The signs were written in English. From what we had witnessed, the Voltins could not speak; they could only grunt and roar. So how do they know how to write in English? For that matter, why would they even bother writing in English instead of whatever their native language was?

As Art and I walked into the store, the warmer air inside defrosted our cave-chilled bodies. The outlet was gigantic! It went on and on. The whole store seemed to be as big as a shopping mall. “Wow!” I looked up, and the first thing I saw was a TV screen filling the largest wall in the building. “Wow!” I exclaimed. The screen showed a Voltin advertising what looked suspiciously like jumbo iPhones.

“For real? You have iPhones?” Art had previously had a traumatic experience involving his former MacBook, school finals, and the Genius Bar and would probably never get past his hatred towards Apple.

“Yes, we think Apple products are ‘cool.’ So we borrowed from your technology,” Xander said, bending his claw-fingers like he was air-quoting “cool.” But it just looked awkward.

“Fair enough,” I laughed. “Are your iPhones more advanced?”

“Of course. I will show you.” Xander skipped to a table and grabbed one. He fiddled with it and I jumped when a holographic image of the home screen shot from and hovered right above it.

“Whoa, cool!” I said.

Xander tapped his weird fingers on the face of the device, creating a one-foot-tall holographic menu. He opened a music program that hid a long list of what looked like album covers. Some of the songs were called, “I Love You,” “I want to Marry You”, and “Let’s Have Sex.” I cringed. The last one brought up disturbing images in my mind. I shook them away. Noticing my eyes were drawn to the hologram, he tilted it towards me so I could get a better look and tapped a section translated into English: “fun playlist”. Some weird music played along with holograms of dancing Voltins.

“What do you use for monetary purposes?” Art asked.

“We pay in copper cubes called ‘Cubes.’”

“Of course you call them that,” Art muttered and I stomped on his foot.

“Would you like to go to my house?” Xander asked.

“Of course,” I said as Art bounced on one leg, clutching his foot.


Their triangular-shaped houses were so shiny they almost sparkled.

“This is my house.” Xander turned to a big lime-green structure and walked up the cement driveway.

“Nice, um, bike thing,” I replied, looking at his matching bright green one.

“Thank you,’” Xander replied indifferently. Though his tone said otherwise, by the soft light the flickered behind Xander’s eyes, I understood he loved having someone around to show off his town.

Xander walked up to the clear, glass door with a sturdy-looking frame, also lime green. I looked up and saw a little black window centered above the tall door. He stood as a beep sounded. Then, a beam of red light shot out of the darkened window and scanned his face, up and down and side to side.

“Awesome! We have a bunch of movies that have security systems like that in them! It’s cool to see it done in real life,” Art exclaimed and the door automatically opened.

“We know; when our informants see a good idea in human media, we will often recreate it for our own use,” Xander explained.

We stepped into a wide hall and another red light beam scanned us as we heard a loud bang behind us. We jumped and looked at the closed door.

“Sorry. I still have to fix the door, so it does not slam shut,” Xander said as my heart pounded in my chest.

“It’s OK. But what were we being screened for?” Art asked.

“The inside scanner detects possible burglars by reading their facial expressions,” Xander said.

“Oh, Cool,” I replied.

“Yes. Its ability to read physical cues is so exact that it almost reads minds, but not yet. We’re still working on it,” Xander said, motioning with his graceless claw for us to follow as he lumbered into a large living room.

“Hold on, some people are so good at acting calm and cool that lie detectors are unreliable. You’d have to make it read minds in order for it to work,” Art replied.

Xander appeared to hesitate before saying, “Look around the house.”

“What?” Art asked.

“Look around my house. I brought you here to look around before dinner.”

I was pretty sure Xander was trying to avoid further questions of his home’s security. “Uh, hey, look, that couch kinda looks like a hand,” I whispered to Art, hoping he would drop the subject. If Xander didn’t want to discuss it, he didn’t have to.

I looked at the wall to the right of the hand-couch. A panel of flashing red and green buttons covered one half of the wall. On the other half, pictures of Voltins covered the area.

“What do the buttons do?” I asked, pointing. I giggled to myself as I thought of Dee Dee from ‘Dexter’s Lab.’

“They do all kinds of tasks: one cleans the house. Another turns the stove on and cooks our food. And another makes our bed.”

He walked to the panel and hit a button with the side of his claw. A soft beep sounded, and I heard something rumbling in the hall. I looked as a purple gadget slightly smaller than a microwave rolled into the room. The triangular machine whirred as water squirted out of the sides and onto the floor. Its wheels went inside itself and scrubbing brushes replaced them. It moved onto the water and rolled around the room, scrubbing as it went. It made the whirring noise once more as the bristles receded and the wheels came back down. The sound grew louder as the gadget doubled back onto the scrubbed areas.

“How does it suck the water up?” Art asked.

“It has a vacuum inside and when the brushes recede, the vacuum sucks up the water,” Xander clarified.

“That kind of reminds me of Transformers,” Art said.

“We call them vacuum robots.”

“What is up with the dang names?” he whispered.

“Art, stop it! Be nice,” I muttered.

Another Voltin tumbled down the hall. Its feet were small and clawless, like the one who greeted us when we first arrived. Its yellow eyes locked onto me. It let loose a roar. It raised its massive claw hands and charged at Art and me with blazing eyes.

“Not again!” Art said and jumped behind me.

Xander stagger-hopped between the Voltin and us. Once again, it looked at me and roared. I had almost forgotten roaring was a thing as of five seconds prior.

“BACK OFF!” Xander roared and swiped his claw at it.

“I will,” the other Voltin said and retreated back to a usual bunny-like crouch. She sounded similar to a jazz singer.

“These are my guests for dinner. They are friendly; they won’t hurt us,” Xander explained.

“Yes, we won’t hurt you,” Art confirmed.

The new Voltin looked confused but bowed her large head and said, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s OK,” I replied.

Three Moges raced out from the hall and meow-barks filled the living room. The neon-yellow one jumped on Art.

“Ishybald, get down,” Xander commanded somewhat unconvincingly due to his monotone, and after it licked Art’s face with its black tongue, the weird animal got down. It burped, and the stench of spoiled meat overwhelmed me.

“Ugh, what does it eat?”

“The scraps from what’s left of the human carcasses,” Xander replied.


“It doesn’t matter now… we’re going to eat you for dinner.”

“Hold up, what?!”

“You heard me, you tasty snack!”

“But… but… but?—?”

“Wait. What?!” Art blurted out.

“You’re joking, right?”

“No, I’m not.”

“Why did you stop the others from eating us?” Art asked.

“It was just a show….to gain your trust. We are an advanced culture. We show the utmost respect even for those who give their lives to feed us and serve to energize our world. And about the egg I came out of? I wanted you to think I was hatched… or other Voltins put me in it. I don’t remember what I said, but the egg made the siren noise.” Xander said. “I don’t know how and why. We’re just testing it out. Our technology does mess up sometimes.” A low, gravelly laugh fell from his amphibious lips. “You humans are so stupid! You will believe anything. That’s why it’s so easy. I just love tricking your kind.”

Chills shot up my back as I stood frozen in terror.

“Christina, we’d better get the hell out of here!” Art yelled, snapping me out of my paralysis.

“And we heard you criticizing our creativity,” Xander droned. “That’s not nice.”

“Way to go, Art,” I whispered as I backhanded him on the chest. The Voltins bounced toward us, salivating as they licked their lips. We backed up through the entryway until we hit the front door.

SCREEECH! The robot zoomed in,  sounding like a mechanical banshee.

Thud! The other Voltin roared and went back to help Xander while the brightly colored moges barked-meowed. They bounded after us, and the fuchsia one managed to scratch my arm.

I screamed and slugged it in the snout. It whimpered and fell back. Art and I opened the door and scrambled out of the house.

“There’s no use running! We’re going to get you!” Xander called as we ran through the lawn of cavern dirt and rocks. We rushed into the street.

Hearing a thunderous barrage of sounds, I looked behind us.

About fifty Voltins hopped after us as fast as their faltering gaits would carry them. As they filled up the street, more of the murderous creatures seemed to join behind them. The mob grew to about seventy, clumsily leaping and uttering their distinctive roars.

“Come back!”

“All we want to do is eat you!”

“We will get you anyway, so you might as well give up!”

I saw Art run past me. I barely noticed the rows of bright, colorful houses that lined the streets. We ran through an intersection and into a “Shopping District.”

“Two more humans!” another Voltin growled with a feminine voice, popping out from the “Grocery Store.” She ran in front of me. I screamed and ducked as she almost grabbed me with her claws.

Horror-induced adrenaline shot through my body. I couldn’t even think. I just kept running. My heart pounded so hard it felt like it would erupt from my chest at any moment.

I was such an idiot to follow them underground! What the hell am I going to do now?

A large group of Voltins sporting awkward workout clothes jogged out of the “Gym” in front of us. They wore really shitty sneakers and brightly colored exercise bands around their yellow fleshy bunny heads. I yelled as we were pinned between them and the larger horde behind us. By some fluke, I managed to see a small gap in the yoga class that led to an alley beside them. I seized Art’s wrist and darted through them as fast as we could, my pulse still punching in my throat. I ducked as their lobster digits came at me, and I poked one in the eye as it lunged for me. I dodged once more, and Art and I were free from the drove.

“You might as well give up!” Xander called from behind.

As we dashed through a stalagmite park, we came to a street. Bike things zoomed down the road about every three seconds.

“Aw hell!” I exclaimed and looked back. Swarms of Voltins surrounded us on three sides with their claws in front of them. “Damn!” We had no choice; we raced across the street.

The bike things swerved in all directions. Some crashed into each other as horns honked.

Art and I screamed as one sped toward us. We swerved and it barely missed us. I let out a deep breath as my heart raced a mile a minute.

The Voltins completely surrounded us now, skipping disturbingly and grinning maliciously as they came closer. Some of the rabbit creatures looked delighted as they randomly swerved, and several groups were knocked to the ground. Others lashed out toward us, resulting in multiple narrow misses as we tried to find a way out. We continued to steer clear of their attacks as we fled. A couple of previously fallen Voltins popped up as we tried to pass them.

We slipped free of the rabble. We kept running down the street at a break-neck pace as we turned a corner, unfortunately bringing us to an absolute dead end. My eyes scanned up the stone wall, hoping desperately for a way to escape.

No use; we were trapped.


Xander laughed. “No one’s gonna save you. they wouldn’t be quick enough!”

I punched his stomach as hard as I could, but he didn’t even blink.

“AAAAHHHH!” Art shrieked, and I helplessly watched as the mass of Voltins leaped on him and gobbled his face.

My heart sank as I looked away from the horrible scene. “Oh my God! You killed Art! You bustards!” My voice came out in a hoarse wail.

“Any last words before you feed us?” Xander asked.

“I hope you get indigestion.”




Submitted: January 01, 2022

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Vance Currie

Science fiction and horror are not my favourite genres, Charlie, but when someone takes time to read and comment on any story of mine, I like to return the courtesy. This story is well written and free from distraction. It is also easy to read, which is important in a story as long as this. (Many of my stories are just as long). You made the story interesting but, for me, not as entertaining as it might have been. That is only because I am not a fan of science fiction and horror (unless it is written as a comedy). This is no reflection on your skill as a writer. I am sure the story will entertain fans of the genre. The dialogue between the two protagonists flowed naturally, as did the banter between them. I like the way you ended the story with a touch of humour. The worst that Christina could wish for the monsters was that they should suffer from indigestion after eating her! Ha-ha.
I encourage you to keep writing, Charlie.

Fri, February 11th, 2022 8:16am


Thank you. =}

Fri, February 11th, 2022 11:39am

Stories by Boz

Very entertaining but a sad ending. Good dialogue.

Thu, March 3rd, 2022 11:07pm


Thank you. I'm glad you like! Will you read the 2nd story?

Thu, March 3rd, 2022 4:59pm


Charlie, this was yet another fantastic story. As usual, your world building, characters, storytelling, and dialogue were excellent. Keep up the great work!!

Sun, April 10th, 2022 4:17pm


Sad but that's what happens in real life. It felt like, while reading the story, I saw Alice in Wonderland, then some Duracell bunnies, and then the bunnies from an old Hollywood movie in which giant rabbits attack humans. The flow was good. The dialogues were short but excellent. I kind of got a hint how the story would end. That's why children should always listen to their parents. This story is unique. I felt bad for Art because he trusted his friend and had to die horribly. It was interesting, Charlie. :)

Wed, June 29th, 2022 5:20pm


Thank you so much! Will you read #2?

Wed, June 29th, 2022 10:42am

Raven Akuma

Hiya! Wow, I have to say, I LOVE this story! It has many good elements; some sci-fi, some horror, and a hint of comedy. A recipe that works well! It kind of reminds me of the Goosebumps series. Anyway, I love the way your two main characters interact, they're very amusing. I especially loved when Christina was saying the Voltin was cute, and Art was just like "how is that cute?!" Made me laugh. Lastly, I also find the Voltins and their world fascinating, I had a lot of fun picturing it.

Excellent work! :)

Thu, August 4th, 2022 5:23pm


Thank you! Glad u like it!

Thu, August 4th, 2022 2:30pm


High marks for imagination, decent dialogue, not really the genre I read. The ending seemed a bit rushed, like you couldn't think of a way to end so you just killed them off. But overall not a bad story line.

Thu, August 4th, 2022 5:51pm


Thank you, If you want to know why I killed them, read this series

Thu, August 4th, 2022 2:38pm

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