Courtyard-Gate: Alien Drawing

A Story by Abishai100

Father-daughter stay at a New England hotel en-route to an alien-imagination/lore event and gain from a 'daylight' experience.

An adaptation (if more 'noir) of My Stepmother is an Alien (Dan Akroyd). Enjoy,

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Amlan/Ezzy were about to get to the Harvard Symposium about alien-abduction stories among American townsfolk in the post-Industrialization era of the United States when they decided to stay at the idyllic and quaint Courtyard hotel in New England to indulge in some basic everyday continental amenities. This is where their real adventure would begin!

DR. AMLAN SATAN: I think all this wraparound about the labyrinths of mechanized life surface alien-fantasies, and I'm a pirate-surgeon of the ideations of socialized folklore in this era of social-media/Facebook-IQ.

Ezzy, his darling-daughter, was very gifted and exposed to various sci-fi media/toys by his MIT cognition-sciences father Amlan Satan and hoped she'd get the change to meet some of the kids of the alien-abduction tales/reports and claims who'd attend this symbolic Harvard 'event' regarding the quality of community-storytelling in this 'inventive' era of user-based social-media/Facebook-IQ!

AMLAN: Isn't our Courtyard-suite tres-welcomed, daughter-of-mine (Courtyard)?
EZZY: Yeah!

DR. AMLAN SATAN: I've brought my 'vintage classic neon '80s consumer-electronic phone for the viewings/meditations of what comprises modernism-IQ/intuition in this era of traffic-oriented markets which may surface alien-abduction oriented storyboarding casting serious imagery for 'cinematic' dairies (ha!).

AMLAN: Maybe when we get back to our home in Boston, we'll get a 'cool' movie about 'romanticized' alien-contact, eh?
EZZY: Yeah!

Dad gave daughter some terrific glowing-magic ball toys to encourage her to think about sci-fi/imaginations concerning the lights/shine of 'extra-terrestrial' fantasy, secretly hoping she'd become something of a psyche-scientist in New England when she got older! This where the gist of our 'fantastic' tale begins, folks. Follow along.

DR. AMLAN SATAN: I couldn't believe my eyes, but when I'd walked past a certain dimly-lit area of the Courtyard (New England) lobby late-night to refill my ice-bucket for our room, I swore I saw a silhouetted half-lit beautiful 'semi-woman' (quite attractive actually!) walk past me with a certain/strange glare in her eyes and seeming intention to 'draw' me into an 'alien-abduction universe' of which I'd until now served merely as a 'cognition' scientist...perhaps leading me to some 'deeper' or more 'haunting' complexity.

ALIEN-WOMAN: Would you like to see my mechanized-snake creature-pet, good scientist?
AMLAN: How'd you guess I was a scientist, strange woman?
ALIEN-WOMAN: Perhaps I'm a 'Martian' spying on the sort of inquiry comprising your prestige-career, eh?
AMLAN: Sorry...I'm here with my daughter ('Ezzy'); this is jarring; you see, I've been educating her in this 'realm' (really).

ALIEN-WOMAN: Don't be disarmed, good scientist; I'm only creating an arena for your continued inquiry (quite a dash).

AMLAN: Oh...of course...well, perhaps I'll carry Ezzy to some alien adventure video-game experience, right?

ALIEN-WOMAN: Ha.

The next day, Amlan/Ezzy traveled to the Harvard symposium and he'd meet countless luminaries as well as everyday people with strange-tales of alien-imagination, and he'd not forgotten his 'dream' encounter with that strange alien-woman in the Courtyard (New England) and was half-sure it wasn't the late-night whiskey which made him conceive this pre-symposium consciousness. Years later, he'd buy darling Ezzy a searing illustrated sci-fi/imaginations novel about contact with non-human IQ drawing 'serious' images of 'real' depths.