Everything is white, i've never seen so much white around me. It's almost if i'm blind, except that i'm submerged in light instead of darkness. My body feel strangely numb, like i am under the effects of anestetics, except that i'm fully aware. I could be scared, but there is a part of my brain that is blocking my animal instincts. That childish part that refuse to believe that i have been abducted by Santa Claus.
I am Natalie Olaffsen and i had to meet a potential customer near Tillamook, Washington. I'm a freelancer artist, married with one children, a work which keep me rather busy during the last months of the year. Infact there are a certain number of people who require me to design their personalized christmas cards.
During my trip i saw a strange red light over me... i don't know when it was... 2 days ago ? 2 hours ago ? i've lost consciousness and i've found myself surrounded by what seems a big red human figures and some smaller people... of greenish skin ? The big figure spoke to me in a fatherly voice and said that i had to sleep some more. When i woke up i was "bathed in white light", shackled and unable to move.
Suddendly the fatherly voice speak to me "Are you Olaffsen Natalie, granddaughter of Erik Olaffsen ? ".
Off all the quetions... What is the meaning this? Do they know my family ? "I don't know what you're playing or who you are, but i'll sue you immediatly if i'm not released this very moment!"
"Oh oh oh, you are an hot blooded Olaffsen, just like dear Erik was! ".
I flare with rage "you better come out immediatly, my husband is an ex-boxer and will kick you sorry asses if...".
...the light turns off and i found myself sitting in a circular room, full of electronics, displays with strange markings and 3 people. I feel dizzy just looking at them: 2 midgets, both green skinned with long ears. And at the center a big bald man, wearing red and white clotes, sporting glasses and a huge grey beard.
"ok, i'm on drugs and this is an hallucination" that's the only thing i can say.
"Oh oh oh, no, dear Natalie, this is absolutely true, me and my assistants, boing and zoing. Sorry for the manners, but i need you and your amazing graphical skills... and something you inherited from your grandfather. I need you to design me a lot of personalized christmas cards... for my sons... about 200 of them".
That's it, Santa want me to write some personalized cards for his extended family. I think i'll need a shrink.
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This story inspired by christmas calling
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I am Natalie Olaffsen and i had to meet a potential customer near Tillamook, Washington. I'm a freelancer artist, married with one children, a work which keep me rather busy during the last months of the year. Infact there are a certain number of people who require me to design their personalized christmas cards.
During my trip i saw a strange red light over me... i don't know when it was... 2 days ago ? 2 hours ago ? i've lost consciousness and i've found myself surrounded by what seems a big red human figures and some smaller people... of greenish skin ? The big figure spoke to me in a fatherly voice and said that i had to sleep some more. When i woke up i was "bathed in white light", shackled and unable to move.
Suddendly the fatherly voice speak to me "Are you Olaffsen Natalie, granddaughter of Erik Olaffsen ? ".
Off all the quetions... What is the meaning this? Do they know my family ? "I don't know what you're playing or who you are, but i'll sue you immediatly if i'm not released this very moment!"
"Oh oh oh, you are an hot blooded Olaffsen, just like dear Erik was! ".
I flare with rage "you better come out immediatly, my husband is an ex-boxer and will kick you sorry asses if...".
...the light turns off and i found myself sitting in a circular room, full of electronics, displays with strange markings and 3 people. I feel dizzy just looking at them: 2 midgets, both green skinned with long ears. And at the center a big bald man, wearing red and white clotes, sporting glasses and a huge grey beard.
"ok, i'm on drugs and this is an hallucination" that's the only thing i can say.
"Oh oh oh, no, dear Natalie, this is absolutely true, me and my assistants, boing and zoing. Sorry for the manners, but i need you and your amazing graphical skills... and something you inherited from your grandfather. I need you to design me a lot of personalized christmas cards... for my sons... about 200 of them".
That's it, Santa want me to write some personalized cards for his extended family. I think i'll need a shrink.
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This story inspired by christmas calling
Technorati Tags: alien, santa, story, christmas, personalized christmas cards
