The Beatles Never Broke Up

I'm a big fan of anything paranormal and supernatural.  I'm also a big fan of The Beatles.  How are these two loves of mine related?  Well, through this website called The Beatles Never Broke Up.  

I discovered this site from famous Tumblr blogger sixpenceee, who posts about awesome sciencey and paranormal type stuff (and is also responsible for the recently popular "crave that mineral" meme).  But back to The Beatles Never Broke Up.

This really gave me chills.  The owner of the website claims to have come into possession of a Beatles album from another dimension.  In this dimension, The Beatles, all four of them, are all alive and well and still writing and producing music.  The album featured on the website is called "Everyday Chemistry" and can be downloaded, in its entirety, from the site for your listening enjoyment.  I listened to the whole album and, I gotta say, it is a) really catchy and b) eerie in how much it sounds like The Beatles' harmonies and composition style.  The first song sounds like a mash-up of past Beatles' songs we know and love, as well as some newer Paul McCartney stuff...but the rest of the album seems to be comprised of "original" tunes.

Now, this all could be quite an elaborate hoax...but, frankly, I've had and heard of too many strange experiences to really discount this man's tale.

How did this fellow come into possession of such a thing?

His story can be found on the website itself, but in brief, it goes something like this:

Upon driving home through the desert, a man stops on the side of the road to let his dog out for a bathroom break.  The dog begins chasing a rabbit and as the man runs after it, he falls and hits his head and goes out like a light.  When he comes to, he is in someone's home, which happens to be in the very spot he fell down on, though there was nothing around him for miles and miles.  The home he is in belongs to another man, who claims to be a "parallel dimensions traveller".  This traveller explains to our injured protagonist that there are numerous Earths in parallel dimensions and in his dimension, the government funded a traveling program and have been building a database of "safe" dimensions and worlds to travel to and that, for a pretty penny, one can purchase an inter-dimension traveling machine to explore with, such as he had (his house).  The two guys began comparing and contrasting things about their respective Earths and discovered that they both enjoyed The Beatles, a band which existed in at least these two dimensions.  The traveller had all these Beatles albums on cassette tape (apparently CDs never caught on in his version of Earth) because a girlfriend he had in high-school loved the band and had made the traveller copies of her officially-issued cassette albums for him to enjoy (aww, how sweet).  That is why, in the photos, the alleged album is a) on a cassette tape and b) has hand-written song titles.  Anyway, our protagonist (who had his head injury healed by the traveller) was so enthralled with these other Beatles albums that he asked for his own copies to be made but the traveller said that he was not allowed to take anything from this dimension to his own.  But while the traveller was preoccupied, our protagonist snatched a cassette for himself before being sent on his merry way home, despite the warning.

Isn't that utterly fascinating?!

Personally, I am reminded of Stephen King's The Dark Tower series, how the main characters are constantly running through doors into other worlds, timelines, and dimensions.  

"Go, then, there are other worlds than these." - Stephen King, The Gunslinger 

Short Story Revisited - Winter

I recently joined an online writing critique community called LegendFire and so far I'm having fun and learning lots about my craft.  I've posted two of my short stories already and have revised one - Winter.  I believe the story is now quite improved, though it probably could still use a little more revision (doesn't all art, though, from the eyes of the artist?).  Anyway, here's the revised version!

Rating: G

Genre: Supernatural Flash Fiction

Word Count: 875

Author's Comments: This is an older piece of mine (like 2009 old).  I was inspired by the song "Old Tennessee" by Dan Fogelberg and a piece of art by a friend at the time.  Revised from original - it may still be a tad bit description-heavy, but I feel it reads better.

Winter

I woke this morning to the sound of wind in the trees - winter was coming.  Sitting up, I closed the window from that crisp autumn breeze and chanced a peek outside.  It was nearing the end of October, and the woods already started to look sleepy, confirming what the wind had already told me.  I blew into my cupped hands to warm them briefly before clasping the metal handle and, giving it a good shove, closed the window on the dulling world outside for the last time this year.

Needing a good cup of tea to start my morning, I rose, shivering slightly as I made my way to the kitchen.  Glancing at my boxes of teas lining the wall of the counter, I decided none of them looked appetizing.

Sighing, I turned to the small wooden table littered with sheaves of paper and empty mugs from days bygone.  Many of the dirtied mugs still had strings stained brown and gray hanging limply from their lips.  I grabbed my heavy deerskin coat from the back of the chair, holding it slightly aloft as I struggled with the flannel one underneath it.  Finally managing to free the lighter jacket, I shrugged it on, carefully laying the deerskin one back on the chair, and made my way to the back door.  

I walked out into the garden, the rusty metal hinges creaking as I pushed the weathered wooden gate open just enough for me to sidle thorough and make a drowsy beeline to the little patch near the house that I reserved for my herbs.  I bent down, smelling the aroma of the earth from the sweet morning dew.  Most of the herbs were beginning to fade, the dead-brown color creeping up their little stems, infiltrating their leaves. I gingerly sniffed the chamomile, letting it's warmly pungent spice scent soothe my nostrils – it was still fresh.  I grabbed a handful.

As I was dusting the earth from my thick cotton pants, I stopped short while there was a flash of yellow in my peripheral.  I looked up in time to see a gust of wind burst forth from behind the woods. The leaves rolled in a splendid wave of yellow and red and orange then came to land, scattered, about my feet and the garden in a wet, brown mass.

I turned my gaze back to the forest where gray clouds were lumbering onto the sad yellow sky. And there.  Lightning.  Quick as an arrow.  A few moments bated breath, and, there.  The deep growl of the thunder shook a few jittery leaves from the trees.  They fell, fluttering wildly, to the ground.  A wolf stood at the edge of the forest.

What an awe-inspiring specimen!  The wolf was pure white and stood perfectly still, its ears erect and tail completely relaxed.  It was slightly larger than a regular wolf, and it was facing me.  A chill wracked my spine and I shivered, dropping a chamomile plant.  It made a small plop as it hit the mud right as another lightning bolt ripped across the sky.  The wolf and I shared an abyssal glance before the thunder came lumbering through in another tree-shaking guttural moan.

The wolf slowly turned its majestic head to the sky as more leaves fluttered off their branches, flashing orange and red.  And then, the beast began to change.

It rippled from head to tail and its snow-white body began to warp and stretch.  The neck and legs were elongating at an alarming rate and the skin underneath the fur was a pale translucence. Swirls of ethereal teal light swam around under the blindingly white fur.  The wolf began panting slightly, it's pink tongue poking in and out of it's mouth like a gopher tasting the air.

The wolf, at this point, barely resembled any worldly creature.  I continued to stare, awestruck.  It raised it's enormous head higher and opened it's huge crocodile jaws to the stormy October sky.  It whipped it's willowy tail once and, with an ear shattering and Earth rumbling crack of bright blue lightning, it was gone.

I held my breath, and my ground, waiting for the tremors of thunder to pass.  The forest gave one last shudder, and then everything was still.

I wanted to flee back inside – my clothes were damp and my feet were cold, but another low, distant rumble of thunder stopped me.  I looked up into the gray sky, bidden by the deep call. Instinctively, I shaded my eyes with the palm of my free hand as the sky became intensely bright.  I continued to stare as my vision slowly returned in tiny, glistening specks.  I blinked once, slowly, and was kissed by snowflakes.

I opened my eyes to see the dancing white flakes in the air.  They drifted onto the trees and the leaves and the earth, covering it with a sparkling frost.  They touched down silently around me.

The spell was soon broken as my focus shifted to a piercing, distant noise - the kettle was boiling.

I moved back toward the house haltingly, as if awakened from a dream.

But as I crossed the threshold from outside into kitchen, I found myself facing the white, white winter outside.

Short Story - The Zoo

Title: The Zoo
Word count: 1,898
Rating: K+ (for mild elements of gore)
Genre: Horror/Suspense Fiction
Background: I had three random images: A cracked egg, a T-Rex, and a ticket-stub.  I made a story out of them.  A small homage to my partner, who used to dream of T-Rex's chasing him when he was little.
Link to the Short Story - The Zoo (you can also read and review this story, as well as others, on my FictionPress )

The Zoo

Today was the day.  Oh yes, it was going to be a day!

Simon was going to see the tigers!

His mother had been planning this trip to the zoo for the past week now, and Simon’s excitement had been building and building and now, on this day, the day, he could hardly contain himself.

Simon leaped from his bed, thinking he’d save his mother some time by dressing himself today.  Then he bounded his way downstairs (making as much noise on the hardwood as possible) to the breakfast table.  He hoisted himself onto a chair, and sat, bouncing up and down.

“When is it going to be time to leave?”

Mom glanced at him from her position near the stove where Simon could smell eggs cooking.  “You in a rush?”

Simon rolled his eyes.  He wanted to say, “Duh!” but he couldn’t say that to his mother.  Instead he said, “I’m just really excited.”

Short Story - Inner Journey

Title: Inner Journey
Word count: 1,783
Rating: T/PG-13 (for mild swearing)
Genre: Fantasy/Paranormal Fiction
Background: Written in 2007/2008 and edited within the last year and a half, posted here now for enjoyment. This story came to me in the middle of the night out of nowhere; it's kind of cute, kind of strange, it's definitely got fey and also references the popular children's rhyme "Little Bunny Foo-Foo".
Link to the Short Story - Inner Journey

Inner Journey, by Kelsey Teresea

“I swear to god it was here yesterday!”  Victor shouted as he stood on the sidewalk, arms dangling by his side, mouth hanging open, with frown lines creasing his forehead.  He turned to the girl standing beside him, letting loose a sigh of agitation.  

“Summer, you have to believe me! I was in that shop,” he practically shouted as he pointed to the dilapidated store front, “that shop, talking to a guy, just yesterday afternoon!”  His worry lines deepened on his forehead; they made him appear at least four years older than he was, and he was fairly young.

Summer fished around in her little painted canvas bag, peering with feigned interest over Victor’s shoulder at the broken windows and the dark interior of the shop.  Its dark blue banner still hung over the door - Inner Journey: Metaphysics, Magic, and Answers.

Creepy!

I have a love of dark, creepy things.  My partner knows this.  My partner shows me this wallpaper this evening after supper:

Awesome!  Nice and creepy!  

But then I thought to myself, "I've seen that demon before!"  I promptly told my partner so and brought up a little drawing I did over four years ago now:

Uncanny!  

My only explanation is I tapped into the collective unconscious (what I can make out of the signature the painting was completed and signed in 2005; I have never seen this painting until today) and brought forth the similar rendering of this entity (both have a hooded-cloak-type-garb, mismatched eyes with one being shiny and the other being dull or missing, the uneven and sharp pointy teeth, the hunched back, the red tones in the skin).  

What's really creepy to me is that the drawing I made I made to represent a violent aspect of myself...

Which makes me think the painting from 2005 (I scoured for the artist and couldn't come up with anything definitive!?) is attempting to illustrate that human plight of balancing the light and dark aspects within one's self.  The "dark" aspect could either be taunting or cowering in its body language while the "light" aspect could either be seen as in a position of defeat or of rising up into its own power.  Beautiful.

Crazy Comet Talk from Days Bygone

Does anyone remember one of my ancient blog posts back in 2011/early 2012 about the impending comet Elenin? No? I hardly did either until I found what was supposed to be a follow-up blog post to the post about my dream. Some interesting stuff...I was such a conspiracy theorist wanker (I guess I kinda still am, but I suppose I have toned it down some?). Anyways, behold my "research" (the unfinished document was last edited Sep. 5, 2011!):

Portfolio!

I have a new home for my art!

Strange Art by Teresea

You can view my paintings (ex. first image), drawings (ex. second image), mixed media pieces (ex. third image), and some current works in progress. Come check it out - just follow the link above!












All three of these images and more can be seen at my new portfolio.

Strange Art by Teresea

♥♥♥

PBR Painting

My submission for PBR Art, currently residing on the wall of Jack's Bar & Lounge in San Jose. Title: "Everything is Perfect". Oil on canvas

New bug-guy

A new rendition of the bug-guy I drew in '05...I like the weight of the original much more, but I like the shoes in this one. Finished version on the way.

Short Story - Winter

Title: Winter
Word Count: 968
Rating: K/E (for everyone)
Genre: Paranormal Fiction
Background: Another shorty from '09, edited & posted for the lulz. Inspired by a Dan Fogelberg song "Old Tennessee".
Link to Winter


Winter by Kelsey Teresea

I woke up this morning to the sound of the wind in the trees reminding me that winter was coming.  I sat up to close the window from that crisp autumn breeze and chanced a peek into the outside.  It was nearing the end of October, and the woods already started to look sleepy, confirming what the wind had already told me.  I blew into my cupped hands to warm them briefly before clasping the metal handle and, giving it a good shove, closed the window on the dulling world outside for the last time this year.

Short Story - Consumption

Title: Consumption
Word Count: 1,062
Rating: T/PG-13 (for mild swearing)
Genre: Paranormal Fiction
Background: I wrote this short story back in 2009 or so. I dredged it up & edited it a bit & figured I'd post it for the hell of it. This was inspired by the Magistrate villain from the video game "Demon's Souls".
Link to Consumption


Consumption by Kelsey Teresea

"What do you want from me?!"  He grabbed the nearest heavy object - a candlestick - and threw it at the advancing man.  The candlestick stopped a few inches away from where the man's face would have been and fell to the floor with a loud clang.  It resonated like a tuning fork.

"Heh heh!" was all the man said.  It was all he ever said.  And it was maddening.

Old sketch

Haha, look at this old bug-guy I drew in, like, 2005; he's all diplomatic & stuff.