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Fear them flying saucers, cause they ain’t fraid of you, theyll snatch you to the stratosphere and drop you back as goo. What goes up must come down, except for them, they dont know how. So join me at the karman line, and way up here, we’ll pass the time.

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Posted by 0rion5212 - November 21st, 2023


The following is a short story I wrote In my notes app while on the toilet:


over earth a starship sputtered,

Flung from the heavens, through clouds it fluttered.

Over rooftops,

Over hills,

Till it tore into the earth,

And Screeched to still, 

Coming to rest in an Arkansas farm field.

The following morn the farmer found it,

wing tips reaching for the sky.

And when he found the pilots body,

He held back an awed and mournful cry.

There it sat,

The star man,

 in his tiny seat,

His body broken up such that his head was wedged between his feet. 

That night,

as he ate his food in thoughtful chews, 

the farmer contemplated what to do. 

He felt it wrong to leave the star man out there rotting in the heat, 

so the farmer grabbed his coat and went to take the star man from his seat. 

He began to dig a grave, 

intent to give the poor pilot a proper burial, 

but all his good intentions were undone by his wife Muriel. 

She carted off the body, 

and sold it to a traveling circus, 

and when the farmer heard from her he felt forlorn and furious. 

But the money bought a brand new tractor, 

and the farmer calmed down shortly after. 

Though even now, 

decades later he still can’t smile at Muriel,

cause deep deep down, 

for what she did, 

he knows he kinda hates her. 

And so it went, 

and the star man’s corpse came to be presented to an embalmer, 

who preserved him with formaldehyde and methanol and polymer. 

Then he set him in a child’s coffin and sent it on it’s way. 

The coffin was on display for fourteen years in the circus tent exhibits. 

Toured around all cross the states, 

till the circus stoped garnering visits. 

In all the star man’s fourteen years amongst the circus freaks, 

less than twenty circus goers payed to take a peek. 

Of those less than twenty people,

only five of them believed, 

that what they saw was anything more than another taxidermy cheat. 

In total only ten people knew for certain the story of the star man, 

but nine of them stayed silent and never spoke about it. 

The only one who spoke again was my grandpa, 

farmer Benjamin, 

who in 1977, 

bought the star man’s body back,

and finally got to burry him.


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Posted by 0rion5212 - September 26th, 2023


Hey newgrounds, I’m gonna stop uploading for a bit, (by which I mean quite a bit). School is getting a bit much right now, and some film project stuff I got goin on is demanding more attention. May not be uploading again till December. Planning to put some effort in to make some higher quality art when I have time to return.

see ya later.

-5212

Edit: so The hiatus thus far has been shaping up to be more of a slowing of pace rather than a halting of it, but depending on how some of my test scores come back I may have to double down on school. Film project is coming along real nicely, though progress is also slowing down a bit there as well, (also due to school). I’ll be posting some more stuff relating to that project on here later on, and the full film will probably be uploaded to my YouTube some time 2024. Talk to you later.

-5212


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