A True Telling of the Events of the Walking Sun

A Story by Not Colin

A short story providing the truth of what happened that day. Available on Amazon Kindle:

A True Telling of the Events of the Walking Sun

I’ve never heard thunder like this before. It’s like a howl, became a whip, something bright and yet seemingly dangerous. The clouds above rapidly encircle a prey unseen, perhaps the ground below. Everything is growing darker. Here I sit, with tea at my side; not the usual choice on a day so warm, but the storm is cooling everything off. Besides, it helps me think and the honey helps my throat; I’ve had a cough for months.

The honey is golden. I get it from a jar in my kitchen, but before that, a friend of my Uncle collected it from bees. I’ve never been fond of bees if I’m going to be truthful, but their usefulness I’m well aware of. One of my wishes in life is to overcome this sad annoyance with insects, and to become a friend to them. The honey is golden, which helps the image of this sun in my mind come more clearly.

This sun comes from an experience I had, not several years ago like it would seem, but recent in a way. I can never be sure, as it happened in a time that is not like our own. It was my life, certainly " or can I be sure of that either? The unfolded events had draped themselves not in a straight pattern. I don’t remember them right. But it happened, I’m sure of that. Whether in our time or not, in our life or not, or even in this dimensional plane, or the ever plausible way that it certainly did not. But it happened. And, perhaps, it isn’t that it happened that it makes me scratch my head, but that I witnessed it. I’ll start from the day I discovered the Events for the second time.

Today is the seventeenth of April, 2015. My eighteenth birthday. Where is that damn notebook? I’ve looked everywhere, and I don’t want to go digging in those boxes racked up in my closet. My room’s a mess enough and at this rate I won’t find anything useful. I need the notebook if I’m going to find that password. Why did I decide to change it again?

However, I won’t say it wasn’t great to come across this box of old stories. I just wish I could find that one I wrote about Native Americans when I was in " was it fifth grade? Eventually that would make itself a novel perhaps. I don’t like to ponder too hard on an idea, I like to let it grow. Writing for me has never been easy; it’s more like a flow, this river from my consciousness that bellows a story, and it always comes slowly, like a " is that it? The notebook? No, that’s one I haven’t looked through yet. The cover is black and there are scratches in the paper. I open a few pages in. Scribbles from several years ago fill the pages, seven years at least because I see here the mention of living in my old bedroom. The following pages from the notebook are exactly as follows. I was eleven years old.

Wandering. Golden rays of the sun swept over the streets of my neighborhood. As I stare, the sunset goes from orange, to purple, to gray. The sun was doing something unexplainable.

I blinked to find myself looking at the fabric of my pillow; I had woken up. It is dark in the room, all is still. I looked at the alarm clock across the room from atop my bunk bed shared with my brother. It’s 2:16 a.m., real life I assume. Moments later I was asleep again.

I wake up again, and my bed is floating in the air. Bay City, the year is 2015. Everything is pretty high tech and my house is a mansion. I hover down the stairs to my breakfast, where I am greeted by a robot.

“Happy birthday, Colin,” it said.

“What?” I asked, confused.

“What do you mean? Look at the date!”

I looked at the old calendar on the wall. It was true; seventeenth of April, 2015, my eighteenth birthday. I got a lot of cool presents that day. But it was eventually time for the biggest one of them all. Dad had me blindfolded. I felt silly. He walked me through two large doors. Then a third one came after, and I felt a rush of cold windy air. I assume we’re outside, Dad. The blindfold came off, and I was in shock. In front of me, on the side of the road, was a gold and purple car.

Wake. It’s 6:01 a.m. Still early. Bay City still, but what year? I got up and out of bed, and looked outside. Extremely foggy, Sunday morning. I hear pots and pans in the kitchen downstairs. I walked into the kitchen and there was my dad and my brother, who is always up this early.

“What’s for breakfast?” I asked.

Dad turned around. “Bagels? Whatever you want.”

I sat down and made myself a bagel. As I ate it, I thought about what I’m going to do today. I didn’t think about it very long, because I noticed my skateboard sitting alone on the porch. I’m not even very good, but I might as well go outside and skate. I got ready and put my shoes on and left, shouting, “going outside!”

The cold air hit me when I rode the board. I wasn’t bothered by the thick, misty fog for the first few minutes out there. Then, for a moment, I stopped to pick up my board. Surrounded by it, fog very close up. The pale color reminded me of something, but I couldn’t quite remember it. I stood there, growing colder, and then it came in pieces in my head. Sun beaming, a monster, the sun was dying.

A flash of white and then black. I felt air rushing through me, and then pain. I couldn’t see for a while, but I felt an immense pain in my head and shoulders. When I opened my eyes, I was on the ground. The feeling had all moved to my head. Getting back up was hard, but I did it. It was still foggy. Everything was normal now, I must have just dozed off in the middle of the street. I tried to forget about it by skateboarding some more. The sounds of the wheels against concrete echoed through the neighborhood. I attempted a few tricks, then set my board down and walked over to the stone porch. I picked up my water bottle to take a quick drink.

I see an object in the road. It’s distant, but as it approached, it became a bit clearer. I couldn’t tell what it was, but whatever it was, it appeared to be a vehicle and it had six lights on the front. I set down my water bottle, then when I looked back the thing was gone. There were no intersections or anything down the street, so it couldn’t have turned.

Another white flash. On the side of the road then, was a purple and gold car. I faint.

I wake again, hours later, in the same spot in my yard. The car is still on the side of the road. It had no wheels, but it floated. The entire top of the car was a bubble of tinted glass. In a moment, the glass had split into five separate plates, which then split again and folded, snaking then around the car and thus opening the vehicle for entrance. Sitting inside, was the silhouette of a man with large, pointy ears. It stepped out of the vehicle, and then his face was shown. He was pale, and his ears were actually normal. He wore a suit, in all black colors.

“Who are you?” I asked.

It spoke. “I am Main Duplicato Guard 0132X7.”

“Are you from the future?” I asked.

“No,” it said, “I am from you.”

“What are you talking about?” I suddenly remembered the vision of the sun. I’ve seen this man-like thing before.

It was bright out, nearing sunset. My brothers, my dad and I were all out riding bikes down by the river. Then the sunset changed, the sun went gray. A man running by was stopped in his tracks; the ground underneath him was splitting. He flew forward, over one side of the crack. The crack split further, separating me from my brothers and my dad, who had all been ahead of me. I stopped and watched in horror, the man was getting up. His face was running with blood, and he had suddenly grown fatal wounds all over his body. He somehow began to walk away as if nothing happened. My dad rushed to help, but the man pushed him away. As he left, I saw his ears were long and pointy. He began to run very fast, getting away from us.

“Master Colin.” We’re back on the side of the road by my house. “Get in the vehicle. Now.”

“Why?” I asked, looking up at the thing in the sky.

“I’m taking you,” it said.

It seemed like we were going dangerously fast. The man thing did not speak. The inside of the vehicle was leathery and pale tan. “I came from you,” he had said. A gust of wind blew into the vehicle, breaking a piece of the floor off. The man did not move or look. But I saw, underneath our traveling vehicle, blending bands of colored light. Out the front, however, I see the normal Bay City. Where was he taking me? Was I hostage? What if I jump out of this thing? I began to look for a door handle to escape, but I didn’t find one.

The images around me began to blur and twist and dissipate, we were going faster and faster and the thing still hadn’t moved. Colors and light filled my vision. A flash of white once more.

I stood alone, outside my house. The sun was gone, the sky left gray.

Gray like now. Gray, like what perhaps is ten years later. I have no purple and gold car, and have never met a pointy-eared man. I don’t have a mansion either. But what remains is the vision of the sun. I’ve seen a monster, a true monster. But I don’t believe it is evil, it’s something else.

My tea is almost gone, the honey melted and soaked in my stomach, existing, physic. But my thoughts aren’t. My thoughts are of the world that isn’t physic, the world that happens between times being awake, where no person, place, thing, or idea, can’t happen.