Josh Keogh
EARLY ONE MORNING AN EXPLOSION COULD BE HEARD ECHOING DOWN THROUGH THE VALLEY, MOMENTS LATER THOSE UP IN THE EARLY HOURS OF THE MORNING WOULD REPORT A CYLINDRICAL SHAPE TRAVELLING AT HIGH SPEEDS THROUGH THE GREY DAWN SKY WITH A FURY OF FLAMES AT ITS REAR. ONE ELDERLY WITNESS DESCRIBED IT LIKE AN UPSIDE DOWN CANDLE HURTLING THROUGH THE SKY.
POLICE WOULD LATER DISCOVER THE EXPLOSION HAD COME FROM A FARM ON THE OUTSKIRTS OF TOWN THAT BELONGED TO AN UNNAMED GENTLEMAN, THE SHED WHICH PREVIOUSLY OCCUPIED A LARGE PROPORTION OF THE TOP PADDOCK HAD BEEN CREMATED IN THE EXPLOSION, WHAT WAS LEFT WAS A PILE OF ASH AND SCORCHED EARTH.
AFTER SEARCHING THE PROPERTY AND THE DWELLING POLICE UNCOVERED BLUEPRINTS FOR SPACE SHUTTLE CONSTRUCTION AS WELL AS A MULTITUDE OF LITERATURE AND CHARTS SURROUNDING ASTROPHYSICS, INTERGALACTIC TRAVEL AND BLACK HOLE THEORY, AMONGST OTHER THINGS. THE HOUSE WAS LEFT SPOTLESS AND RESTING NEATLY ON THE KITCHEN TABLE AGAINST A VASE OF FRESHLY PICKED FLOWERS WAS A NOTE THAT HAD BEEN LEFT WITH THE INTENTION OF BEING FOUND. THE NOTE WAS EMPTY APART FROM A FEW BRIEF WORDS, THEY READ “TRANSCEND FURTHER”.
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