Colorado/Martians

A Story by Abishai100

A (fictional) 'secret' account of an Old West (Colorado) town invaded by dragons from Mars requiring a 'secret' American lawman (Amlan Satan) to create passed-down language.

A sci-fi western of sorts for post-Halloween. Thanks for reading!

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There was a great commotion in the time of Colorado expansion/exploration in the New World, serving (arguably) as a 'premonition' image for a future-world 'fantasy' concerning an alien-contact with cowboys of the Americas, and this (real) misadventure was somehow kept a (dark) secret, but perhaps today, we might inference the social media 'exploration' (cinema!) as a handshake for what makes Earth-traffic a quality of materialism-superstition(s). Follow along!

These aliens, dragon-like insects with acidic-blood and claws and ravenous intelligence, resembled something out of 20th-Century sci-fi horror-fantasy boards and invaded and landed on a special Colorado-settlement town where a wandering lawman named Amlan Satan had set-up shop to offer the Homeland 'environment' the sort of metaphysics-securities worthy of a Western 'art' image for (real) bureaucracy. However, this art-sanity was (suddenly) 'invaded' by a new image...of dragons from Mars (worth a sci-fi caricature).

LAWMAN (Amlan Satan): "Perhaps this work we're doing, loading rifles with town-made acidic liquid and inserting thin-glass tubes in the shooting-pistons, to shoot bullets-with-heat at these dragon-invaders (from Mars?) shall make for a future-world (American?) superstitions-tale for the nature of Earth's defenses (or 'serious' net-editorials/comment)."

The plan was pretty nifty, and Amlan Satan gathered a small Colorado-town or 'darkness-army' with contender-chess caliber, all trained by Satan post-midnight, to prepare for sunrise-engagements with the dragons (Martians) who'd crawl from underneath the Earth/ground with their nifty acidic-rifles, and the rapid-fire and sharp-shooting for 'malice' intent created a real Western lore for 'race' examination(s). Was this cinema (good for social media)?

DRAGONS: Aaarrggghh, this Invasion-IQ for your Colorado/rocks is all high-brain(s).

SATAN: Maybe you Martian-dragons of our fare-rich Colorado are (truly) from Hell!

DRAGONS: Were it not for your acidic-training for ground-battle(s), we'd taken you!

SATAN: Surely, aliens; but this town's 'fated' for a more park-like aura of fortune(s).

DRAGONS: Damn.

SATAN: Hey, maybe you should seek a (private) isolationist-haven in the abyss!

DRAGONS: Damn...perhaps this Colorado-IQ of yours, lawman, is photo-synthesis.

SATAN: Perhaps (thanx).

LIZA: You did real well, lawman Satan.

AMLAN: Thank you, Liza; this was a portrait of Earth's secret honor, ok.

LIZA: Maybe they'll spin this dark tale into some 'premonition' yarn for future-time.

AMLAN: Maybe...they'd count us as some kind of sunset-romance Earthlings (ok).

LIZA: Alright (for 'American' bureaucracy).

How'd the descendants of this hero-town of America (Colorado) pass-down this (secret) affair with these hideous dragon-Martians, labeled as 'visitors' from Hell itself? Perhaps future-world sci-fi portrayals of 'comparable' dragon-invaders (aliens!) would cast a long-shadow for the nature of American Homeland (Earth) consciousness concerning the lines between our 'race'...and that of a 'foreign' intelligent beast (for hyperbole).

DESCENDANT (of Satan): You say our ancestor fended off 'Invasion' with ancient-chem?

DESCENDANT (of Satan): With great skill/fascination, as the rumor goes, sonny.

DESCENDANT (of Satan): I guess America's all about a bound magic, huh?

DESCENDANT (of Satan): Good for our modern social world (of sciences).

This descendant of that special/magical Colorado-town defended by that great (secret) lawman (Amlan Satan) who shared this rumor-secret with his son gifted his boy a 21st-Century world-exchange symbolic soft/zesty (Indian) luchi-bread thanksgiving-diner plate chat(s) that would invoke that (suggested) Earth-realm superstition of incomplete-distances to hospitality-readings (for the Ego).