CERN Stargate Wormhole Experiment and The Mysterious Entity

October 14, 2015 at 7:52 pm (Fantasy, Science-Fiction, Short Story) (, , , , , )

CERN Stargate Wormhole Experiment and The Mysterious Entity

Damon Lescu was a physicist from Stanford University in California.

He felt privileged to be here today at the CERN Large Hadron Collider in Switzerland.

Today an experiment involving the colliding of protons would try to open one of those mythical stargates that haunted both science-fiction and Stephen Hawking’s worst nightmares.

A wormhole that served as a possible gateway to another dimension.

Lescu shivered despite the steaming hot cup of coffee that he was drinking.

He felt his skin tingling with anticipation.

Would an entity emerge from another dimension?

Would he say with the wonder of a Miranda in Shakespeare’s Tempest, “O brave new world that has such people in it.”?

Or would he flee in horror from the being that emerged?

Wondering what were the men of science thinking when they ventured to open such a gate?

The sound of the tunnel ceased.

The lights stopped flashing.

The experiment was over.


What if anything would emerge?

More silence.

You could have heard a pin drop.

Suddenly a loud thump was heard.

Then the door of the large accelerator opened and there on the floor lay a strange mysterious looking creature.

The entity got up.

And dusted itself off with its upper appendages that Lescu guessed were probably its arms.

The being stared in peculiar fashion at Lescu and the others present.

What odd looking eyes.

What odd looking facial features.

Was it human?

In one sense, the creature might have appeared human.

But in another sense it didn’t.

What was it?

Its uniform or clothing might have been mistaken for a proper English jacket, suit and tie.

Possibly under certain conditions.

Could the entity communicate?

“Lescu,” Damon pointed to himself.

The creature appeared to be reaching for something under what might be taken for a suit jacket with one of its appendages.

Then the entity pointed to itself with its other upper appendage and spoke in an almost inaudible mumble, “Uh… bean.”

Lescu extended his right hand, “Nice to meet you.”

The entity removed its other appendage from underneath its suit and mumbled, “Uh… tea pot.”

The entity indeed had a large tea pot stuck to the end of this appendage.

Suddenly the entity noticed a tiny object lying on the floor.

The object resembled a little brown teddy bear.

“Teddy,” said the entity in a much louder voice and went over and picked up the bear with its non-tea pot stuck upper appendage and started kissing and stroking it.

Lescu turned pale.

What, he wondered with shock and awe, had he and his fellow scientists unleashed on this dimension?

The End.

-A short story written by Christopher
Wednesday October 14th 2015.

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Portals: A Poem

April 21, 2015 at 7:01 pm (Folklore, Horror, Poetry) (, , , , , , , , , , )

Portals: A Poem

The 21st of April it was
Back in 753 B.C.
Romulus and Remus founded a new City.

Rome it was called – The Eternal City.

Inside the old house by the wishing well
the statue of the she- wolf fell.

The old man looked up
from his favourite cup.

“Romulus and Remus’ mother has gone,” the old man sighed.
Then the old man dropped his cup and died.

It was a hotel room in some distant city
the weather outside was not very pretty
and the two children a dish of potato chips did hoard
as they sat and played with a Ouija board.

The little boy asked, “Will I die soon?”
as the little girl licked her tablespoon.

What would the answer be? Anyone’s guess.
But the planchette moved to the spot marked Yes.

The little boy opened his mouth to scream
but nothing came out it would seem
for he just died- and ’twas no dream.

Google leaves one with thoughts to ponder
today’s explanation for the Loch Ness monster
one-eyed ETs piloting a sub
that has Nessie’s head above.

So now you know
before you go
look all around
listen for sound.

There are portals everywhere
in the attic- below the stair
Wormholes they are called by some
slithery worms slide through causing you to run
But this warning- you can run but you cannot hide
Just ask the many- the many who have died.

-A horror poem written by Christopher
Tuesday April 21st 2015.

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