The Event

A mysterious title? Sure! But this is going to be an ongoing written event (with possible tie ins of audio work as well!) A collaboration between myself and another growth fanatic!

This is just the teaser! Enjoy!

The Event

3am, February 25, 2026. Somewhere north of New York, the quiet soft grey skies, lit by streetlamps from below, the snow gently falling, all but a few stray cats and racoons dotting the streets.

FLASH

A searing light so bright, you could feel the warmth on your face! The brilliant cerulean glow reaching its climax as the streaks of fire dimmed, breaking into a tiny little flammable pieces. Sonic booms, ripped though the skies as people woke from the deepest slumber to take a look out their windows, drawn like moths to a flame by the brilliant light they only saw with their eyes closed, now the night was quiet, calm, dark once again. Faint wispy trails lined the skies, unfortunately hidden by cloud cover.

One or two folks got it on camera, an ATM’s/security cameras picked up the sky faring intruders, showcasing the shadows it left on the ground below! Even areas closer to the cities core saw a melting of snow! Some car alarms being set off but the skyward booms.

These shaky, low pixel recordings joined DOZENS of others across the globe over the next several days. Meteors raking across the sky, but no true sign of their origin! News agencies speaking on behalf of nervous scientists urged cautious optimism! The intrusions are bright yes, but so far harmless!

So far.

So. Far.

A Few Days Later, on a newscasts

“Reports of incidents of property damage across the counties have been on the rise. One resident said that his pull-barn that he just had assembled just a few weeks ago, now lay in ruins. He said that it almost felt like a small earthquake, but that there were lound rumblings like a train going by. Meteorologists have been reporting forestry damage due to Microbursts. Tune in tonight, for more of your local news at 6.” WHAM 13 News

“While reports of the missing people have gone unconfirmed, officials have stated there are no correlations.” Host of WKEG news 10 reported.

“They may be harmless in terms of property damage, but what about my beauty sleep? Am I right Jane?” The local host of WORG17 news smiled, adjusting his tie as he vamped for time. The producer signalling the interviewee was ready.

“We go now live to Dr Abrahamson, one of the pre-eminent space studiers! Tell us Doc, how did this sneak past us?” He asked as the feed from the observatory popped into the corner of his screen! The camera however was off tilt, hanging towards the ground! The view you could see was that of chaos! Papers scattered, remnants of clothing covering the floor!

“Dr Abrahamson? Is everything Ok?” The host asked, trying to regain control, until the audio cut in.

Deep, almost inhuman grunts, and worried whispers “OH god! CLOSE the window! MORE light’s coming in! Don’t let the light touch you! Or him! HE’s had his fill! Oh GOD! He’s getting even BIGG-“ a terrified scientist’s voice cut off, just as a tremendous foot STOMPED down onto the tile next to the toppled camera! The toes swelling, thickening as they curled into the laminate flooring, knuckles popping as the foot spread, FLARING flexing GROWING and then DARKNESS. The feed was cut.

“Oh that was…um…Let’s go to commercial and when we’re back, we’ve got a story on 10 things that are stopping YOU from having abs!” The anchor smiled, then when pale, nearly passing out as the channel’s logo WORG17 flashed across the screen.

Viewers stared, wondering, whispering.

Several hours later and few hundred miles away, a cellphone lit up.

“DUDE! I found one of the rock pieces! It’sfA”

“What are you talking about? I gotta get to work!” Michael responded to his perennially unemployed friend.

“CAWENC HHFGOR BIBGG!G”

“You having a stroke?” Michael typed back, concern brewing as the texts descended into gibberish! Until… the pictures started, pics and clips showcasing flashes of skin and muscle, a blurry hand wrapping completely around a tree! Finally a wall of abs and pec, the flash struggling to light it all up! Michael could make out pecs that seemed bigger than his queen mattress, he could see veins snaking up and down the abs the size of his wrist…that was the last he heard from his friend.

But that wasn’t the last anyone saw him.

Those blurry pics circulating the internet, added to thousands more! Images of homes collapsed around massive holes! Images of cares with finger indentations squeezing them like a tube of toothpaste! Meter long footprints imprinted in concrete and blactop streets.

Meanwhile in a bunker, several hundred of these photos scrawled across dozens of cork boards, several walls dotted with string tracing between points.

These images pulled from instagram and twitter lined up next to old daguerreotypes, or pinned atop polaroids of cracked pottery and fractions of scrolls.

From the corner of the bunker, a series of telescopes trained on the skies.

“It’s happening again. It’s FINALLY Happening…” came a voice, spoken with equal parts dread and excitement.