Journal Assignment #2

Assignment, make this into a short story...

"You are out walking through an isolated field and you stumble upon a small flag poking out o the ground. You walk over to the flag and decide to stat digging. You can't believe what you find."

The forest is thick and I am thankful for the trail. Roots are growing out into the bath. The path littered with pine needles and leaves. I hike on, enjoying the silence except for the occasional birds calling to each other. I notice a light up ahead, off the trail. Bright in contrast to the darkness that had been blanketed around me for so many miles. As I get closer, I notice tall green grasses, bright in the sunlight, peaking through the trees. Enchanted, I step off the path and shimmy through the tightly woven trees. It takes me a quarter of a mile to reach it. Stepping into the clearing, my first thought is that I will have to pick ticks off of myself if I step into those tall grasses, but then I see something iridescent, sparkling just above the grass in the distance. Deciding it is worth having to pick off bugs in exchange for finding out that the object is, I walk towards it. As I get closer I notice the iridescent thing that I saw is a flag, on a stick, stabbed into the ground. It looks like it has been there for some time. The flag, worn through in some spots, flaps with all that's left in it. What is left of its iridescence, shimmering in the sunlight. Oddly, the grasses are not growing close to it. There seems to be a two foot diameter of burnt grass surrounding it. A perfect circle. Something under it, buried in the ground, must be effecting its growth. I decide immediately to dig, I can't help the urge. I look around and find a branch that had blown off a tree and find a good piece to use for digging. I stab and bring up the earth for what seems like too long of a time. Just before I decide just one more stab, I hit something. I fall to my knees and use my hands to bring up chunks of roots and soil. My hand touches something warm and solid. I put in more oomph and dig out a box. Solid metal, I turn it over in my hands, shaking and dusting off the dirt. It seems to have no opening. I clean it off with some water from my bottle. Lifting it up to the sun, I finally notice a tiny hole. I lift it to my eye to see if I can see anything inside and blue light flashes brightly in my eye. I drop it to the ground, the flash being quite disturbing. While rubbing my left eye, a strange humming noise starts. I look up to see that the box is getting bigger, the metal of the box, moving like liquid. It seem to be growing wings. Not bird wings but wings like a plane. Its engines are like nothing Ive seen, If what I see are engines. A ramp door opens, dropping down like a flowing river. It appears to be a spaceship. Amazed and curious I walk up the ramp and inside.