blog #10 - Fests of Futures Past

written by: Raye Maddox

Author’s Note: Everything you are about to read from here on out is verified journalism and the truth. I have sent the documents I used for this blog post to many credible sources, ranging from researchers to scientists, and the tests all came back verified as real. This will be hard to believe at first, and even harder to believe as you continue reading, but I assure you, dear reader, this really happened and may still potentially happen. Time is a fluid, fickle, tricky little thing so it is unknown if the events detailed here will still happen, or, if by publishing this, we have entered a new split timeline where they no longer will due to our awareness of those events (pseudo-quantum level stuff, folks).

   Up until Thursday’s Blood Moon I was stumped on what to write for my government-mandated and assigned blog post for the Dallas Indie Comedy Festival blog. Should it be a listicle? Review-based? An essay on some bizarre topic? An interview? A diary entry? I just couldn’t figure it out, so I looked up at the Blood Moon in the early hours of Friday morning and a spark came upon me. 
   I mean this literally.
   In the center of the Blood Moon a spark shot out and grew larger and larger by the second, until it touched down right beside me like an arrow from heaven. There was a blinding light as it came down, and once my eyes adjusted I could see there was a capsule of a smooth make I could not properly conceive of. Glancing upon this thing of smooth metal and neon track lighting there was an immediate recognition within my very being which caused me to wonder if this capsule came from the future. A light mist slid off the creation and upon its body I spotted a slight divot, implying a handle. Ensuring the metal was cool to the touch, I lightly placed my fingertips inside the divot, and finding it safe to apply more pressure I lifted open a hatch. Inside this capsule, which was about three feet long and could easily be carried in two hands, I found a journal. Opening it and reading the words inside gave me the truest shock of my life.

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