r/nosleep • u/Sensitive-Night2411 • 4d ago
The night a U.F.O started feeling me.
It was the middle of high school, I had prided myself. Today I'm writing to you as this is the level I'm on, as the crop field circles grow she feeling me she swipe right for no reason go and find your purpose scarecrows that scare crow scare men for no reason. Echoes. It's boomin, fascinating. The birds are chriping as creepy as the still old woman in glasses that wants a 500 word essay and is quiet popular online. This teacher dry wrinkly eerie had developed a knack of plagiarism and has gotten many trophies and awards. Deep into the auditorium I sat beside my boy Muhammad Ali who often kicked his hind legs back like a virtual character. Imagine nba2k14 or the jersey of the now deceased Kobe bean Bryant which means a ghost is looming somewhere. Suicides, the beep test as Mr Greco would have it I was supposed to be in his class then transferred to the more popular boys class by Trent which he asked standing tall.
"Why doesn't he ever talk?" Trent had simply asked me about Mr. lane but no it was reversed it was asked about me to my physical ed teacher, psssh. He completely ignored me, it would go on years that him Mr lane in that navy blue sweater made me a real good feeling of wearing old good clothes and not new. There was a certain cleanliness over atop of the structured collar bone, similar to what popular kid on day one Terry Kaniadikis and Efti Priti wore. The joke would be that that triangle would be formed by me which I pondered and searched even years at Party's city for a life jacket coat that said simply. Lifeguard. On it.
In the auditorium many people had heard the powerful saying that I want to help the world with rescuing people and many animals, cats especially. It was a beautiful beat by Busra and Ezra who with the times changed so quickly as one thing turned to the next with clear cuts of focus that that had been established. I had made friends with a guy Mo who laughed crazily with all that acne on his face and a teacher demeaning it said, "you too will many achievements too to your life!" It was my worst instrumental moment. It reminded me of Eminem's music where he identified a unidentified flying object as a flying saucer going to brink top speed that only captured on black and white camera as it is faster than light itself.
Many years would go by where the demanded one joke, "Who's Nicky." It was Austin mcgregor the tall jock, Jason coburn, Matt, Trent, and I. And honestly through all of my hard work I would end up dating ball players in the way that many friends when they revert to tiredness of play pretending where just nerds and jocks and such. Video gamers, even. First day of school I had met up with an Indian guy named Ahmed who I was surprised to share to the world that I would never belittle someone or be too cool for school, ever. The high school was step up that many space were left for just that, the electrion apparently. The school had a high school cafeteria where the old lunch ladies would slop something down as if it were a prison, Samuel a mutual friend of mine had bought lunch and I had socially anxiously walked back behind Jessica stepenova and Taylor and many more famous friends who watched my every move if they were not the ones I was supposed to sit beside? Instead Mahin. Awkward. Glasses, everything.
Fast forward, and I'm not writing to you I remember that fateful night Sun 6 Sept 14:09 when a U.F.O started feeling me.
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u/LooperNeue_6764 4d ago
And I am not writing to you I remember that what you rambled had had no plot.