Plesiosaurs. One was supposedly found a few years back (1978 or so). Who’s to say that there isn’t a colony of them hidden in the ocean? Who’s to say that they won’t rise up and start a killing spree all across the ocean?
“Hello is Barney there?” said Jim to a person on the phone.
Jim needed to ID the monsters, so he was calling Barney, an anthropologist, who could hopefully determine what the monsters were by watching the clip.
“Yes, this is him,” spoke Barney.
“Hey, Barney, it’s Jim!” yelled Jim in excitement.
“Hey, Jim! How are you doing?” asked Barney.
“Great, I’m doing great Barney. Hey, one of my colleagues shot a short clip of an animal. Could you please tell me what the animal is?” asked Jim.
“Of course, Jim, email it over.” Stated Barney.
Jim emailed the clip of the monster to Barney and waited for a response on what the creature was.
“Very funny, Jim. Please don’t waste my time.” Jim heard Barney say on the phone.
“I’m not making any of this up, Barney. Can you just tell me what it is?” asked Jim.
“Your “monster” is a plesiosaurus. Most scientists believe the pre-historic creature to have gone extinct millions and millions of years ago. If you’re telling the truth, this could change everything we think to be true.”
“Thanks, Barney,” said Jim right before he hung up.
“How may I help you?” questioned the girl over the counter.
“Hi, I would like a ticket to D.C.,” said Jim.
Jim planned on speaking directly to the President on this matter. He bought his ticket and walked into the plane. While he was on the plane, he was thinking hard about what he was going to say and how he was even going to get to speak to the President.
“This is Kate, your airline attendant; we have arrived at Washington D.C. Please make sure you take your luggage in the
upper compartments and then you can exit the plane,” announced a woman over the intercom.
Since Jim had no luggage, he was one of the first people off the plane and found a taxi easily.
“Where can I take ya?” asked the taxi driver.
“The White House, please” uttered Jim.
“Alrighty then. The White House it is,” the driver said.
When Jim arrived outside the White House, he thanked the driver and paid him. Jim then tried to climb over the gates to the White House but immediately got tackled and handcuffed on the ground when the secret service saw him.
“Who are you?” asked one of them.
“Jim, I’m Jim Castle. I have to talk to the President. It’s extremely important,” shouted Jim while lying on the ground.
“Yeah, I bet it is,” one of them said sarcastically.
“No, a ship I was on got completely torn up by a horde of Plesiosaurs. You’ve got to believe me. We have to do something about it! I’ve even got it filmed on a camcorder!” said Jim excitedly.
“Give it to us. We’ll make sure the President gets it,” they stated.
Jim slowly reached over into his inner pockets and pulled out a camcorder. He pressed the play button and everyone watched in astonishment.
“Come with us,” they said.
Once the President saw this, he ordered everyone to stay out of the ocean. Jim’s actions saved people ranging from fishermen to Navy commanders. The tape also disproved evolution and many scientists around the world were converted to Christ. He was regarded as a hero and lived a comfortable life afterwards.
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