EMIR'S FICTIONAL STORIES by EMIR BOZKURTHANOGLU

1. The Northern Michigan Killer:

Many people have concerns about the crime rate in their town, especially parents, who research their town, read newspapers, watch local news, or go online. Well, here is a story that occurred in Upper Michigan in 1960s:

One night, a couple in Sault Ste. Marie was walking towards their home. But soon, a terrifying scream woke the neighborhood, and one of the neighbors called the police as soon as possible. The police were reported that the couple saw a trail of blood that led to their house. When the police searched the rooms, they indeed found a body stuffed in a washing machine in the bathroom.

6 days later, an elderly woman in Marquette called the police and reported that a man had broke into her house, but ran off when he heard the woman screaming. The police had soon found a body buried deep under the ground near Marquette and once again, the killer was not caught.

Many people left the Great Lakes when they learned about the murders. However, as the number of murders in Upper Michigan was decreasing, people in Lower Michigan were also getting suspicious. Police in Grand Rapids, and Detroit received many calls about break-ins, and more bodies were found in suburbs of these cities.

Luckily, the crime wave in Michigan quickly decreased in mid-1970s, and a person who fits the descriptions of the killer was found dead in Superior, Wisconsin according to a local newspaper near Duluth, Minnesota.

THE END

2. The Attacker in Birmingham:

The following story you’re about to hear was in 1950s in the city of Birmingham, when the Civil Rights Movement was going on across the American South against racial discrimination. However, the story you’re about to hear has nothing to do with segregation:

It was 8:00 AM in Birmingham, Alabama. A merchant walked into his store, when the man walked into a closet to put clothes in the front area, he was attacked and viciously beaten by a masked man.

The victim reported that the attacker was male, strong, and around his 30s, but because of the mask, the victim wasn’t able to identify the race or facial description.

3 weeks later, a man was arrested in Mobile, Alabama for the attack to the owner of the store. But, in the next 5 to 6 weeks, the police of many Alabama and Mississippi cities arrested more people for beatings, as usual, the real criminal was free and he was attacking more and more people.

Finally, the police arrested the real guy in Rochester, New York when a guy of the same description beat another person there. He was sentenced 86 years in prison for 14 attacks and 3 murders. However, he hanged himself 2 years later.

THE END

3. A Giant Alligator on Tampa Bay:

Florida is arguably the state with the most alligators. But, the following one was 16 times the size of an average Florida gator. This monster reptile had caused a great deal of damage on the fishing industry in Tampa-St. Petersburg metro area in 1899 and early 1900s:

A group of people were coming from Savannah, Georgia on a ship. The ship’s next destination was St. Petersburg, Florida. But, 2 hours before the arrival to St. Petersburg, many people saw an extremely large creature and the passengers got frightened. When they arrived in St. Petersburg, the people described the creature to be 300 ft. and weighing between 6400-10000 pounds.

4 months later, a ship with 76 passengers on board left Tampa, Florida for New Orleans, Louisiana. 15 to 30 minutes after leaving Tampa, one of the passengers fell into the bay after “something” shook the ship and the violent tremor made the passenger lose his balance and fall. The passenger was brought back on to the ship, however, the man said that he saw a “gigantic, green creature” and he saw it hitting the ship with its tail.

3 months after that event, in the April of 1900, people in Tampa, Florida saw the monster swimming in random directions on the coast. The giant gator was trying to catch fish and the residents of Tampa who saw it drew an accurate picture of the scene they saw, which terrified many scientists and the residents of Tampa Bay.

In the ending of 1902 and the Christmas of 1903, most people had forgotten about the alligator and nobody reported seeing it ever again in the 20th Century.

THE END

4. Seattle’s Demon Snake:

Snakes always represent the evil or bad luck according to many books, shows, or movies. The media also tells that snakes like hot or humid locations and hate cold. Actually, although it may not be real, there is a very big snake that lives in the Puget Sound area. This snake is believed to be extremely poisonous and is not scared from going into the middle of a city. In fact, this snake was regularly seen by people in Downtown Seattle from 1911 to 1920s:

It all started in Downtown Seattle in February of 1911... Seattle had become one of the largest ports in the Pacific Northwest, but had yet to become the coffee capital of the U.S. A man was walking on a cracked sidewalk of the city and suddenly, he saw a blue “tire” in an unused store. He stayed calm until the horrifying revelation. That “tire” was actually a colossal snake coming towards him. The man ran away from there as fast as he could and he came to a safe area in Downtown.

The people were all shocked after they heard the story and everyone in the Seattle area was scared. But it wasn’t the only report of this demon snake. However, the next one was in Tacoma, where a local woman reported a big, blue snake in her house.

Over 120 reports had come from the state of Washington in 9 years. The demon snake was hard to not believe since hundreds of people confirmed seeing it. The rain of sightings finally had ended in Washington in 1924. But, another snake sighting came in 1927, when an elderly man reported a giant, bluish snake feeding on roosters in Eureka, California. Suggesting that cities and towns along the Pacific coast may never be safe from Seattle’s demon snake.

THE END

5. The Colossal Mesa:

I had just passed Mile Marker 1, 5280 feet west of the California-Nevada border… I passed the border, and I was on my way for a business meeting in the City of Angels. When I just passed Riverside, I must’ve gone on the wrong curve, pulling me out of the path to L.A. I went north towards Bakersfield.
I turned around in Bakersfield, and I was on my way to L.A. again. Back in Riverside County, somewhere near Corona, I saw a large hollow tunnel. Without thinking, I went straight for the tunnel. The tunnel was extremely steep and I knew I had to go back. I checked my watch, which I had left in the car, and it brought me a chill that gave me goose bumps. I was going to be 50 minutes late!
Since I knew that it was too late, I begged my boss to give me a second chance and let me come to the next meeting which was 2 days later. My sweat drops of fear started to dry and I drove through the tunnel. The car stopped halfway, because I wasted too much gasoline, and I had to literally push the car to the end of the tunnel.
When I saw the light that blinded my eyes in the tunnel, I got out with my eyes closed. I could see the flat lands and plains that the Southwestern U.S. is famous for and so was the mountain, which made me realize that this was definitely not a mountain, but a gigantic mesa dressed with the shrubs and vegetations of California as the calm winds blew through.
Amazingly, I learned a day later that these trees and plants hid the mesa too well, well enough that nobody ever came here before. I figured that since I was the first here, I had to be given the honor of naming it. I quickly thought up a name for it, and I named it “The Colossal Mesa!”.
I thought that I would never have a mountain or a mesa, since the humanity has discovered almost everything in the World for the last thousands of years.
But I had realized, there was way more out there.

THE END

7. “WE JUST MOVED IN”

Madison Villagegreen was a sophomore attending a prestigious high school in
Spartanburg, South Carolina. Many of his friends called him a “blindingly bright light bulb” due to his very high I.Q. and his eidetic memory. As usual, Villagegreen sat on the small sofa next to the window, waiting for his father’s silver town car to show up. As soon as, the car entered the garage, he sprang outside to greet his dad. At dinner, Mr. Villagegreen announced that his boss had promoted him and wanted him to work as the co-chairman of a sister-company, which was located in the financial district of Chicago, Illinois.
Mr. Villagegreen continued, “My boss said that I’ll have a higher income and a
company car. Also, the entire family will have better insurance and better doctors. I’ve already been looking at houses in Chicagoland today. I found a great one in Naperville, Illinois. It’s inexpensive and the rooms are much larger.” Naperville is a Chicago suburb located 750 miles northwest of Upstate South Carolina. Madison wasn’t very sad to change schools and leave his friends. He was not a fragile person and wasn’t heavily affected by moving.
On Saturday, the beginning of Spring Break, Mr. Villagegreen rented a storage
truck and at 10:00 AM, the family was done with packing and everyone in the house got in the car. All arrangements had been done by Mr. and Mrs. Villagegreen during the week before. The first stop was Knoxville, Tennessee, where the family ate lunch. The second stop was outside Lexington, Kentucky, where Mr. Villagegreen purchased several small drums of gasoline for the rest of the road and the family ate dinner. The last planned stop for the family was at Downtown Indianapolis, Indiana, where Mr. and Mrs. Villagegreen had let Madison, Camille, and Roger visit sites in and around the Indiana State Capitol.
The exhausted family fled the car as Mr. Villagegreen parked next to a luxurious
and sophisticated-looking home in the northwestern quadrant of the suburban city of Naperville. It took the family several hours until everything was out of the storage truck. The next day, Mr. Villagegreen went to his new office in the famous Chicago Loop. Mrs. Villagegreen cooked pancakes for everyone except Mr. Villagegreen, who had already eaten and left. Mrs. Villagegreen told Madison, “Enjoy the break while you can, Mads. On the last day, I’m taking you and your siblings to Bartholomew High School. I’ve read that they have some of the best advanced placement courses in the nation.”
Madison replied, “Sure, but, how come I always have to go to a school with some
special courses and whatnot? I mean, this is why I’m always the target of pranksters and I always get picked on.”
His mother said, “Well, don’t they get caught and get sent to detention, they’ll
soon understand that they can’t afford to ruin their future with pranks and assaults on other students. Not only that, but they also become the laughingstock of others at reunions and parties.”
After the break, Madison’s first day began smoothly. Instead of being interested
in picking on him, many students became interested in him. His first class was chemistry, where other students became impressed with his skills. They invited him to a party in two weeks. Madison accepted and stayed three hours. However, when he returned home, he realized that he hadn’t finished his homework. The next day, his teacher put him in detention. When he returned home, his mother said that some of his classmates called him. Madison called the number on the phone and his friends said that there was going to be another party in a week and he was invited. He accepted the invitation.
When he got to the party, Madison’s friends handed him a can of beer and said,
“Here, why don’t you try some of this? It’s just the stuff they had in the refrigerators of the convenience store over there.” Madison dipped his tongue in, and decided to sip some of it. By the time he left, he had finished half of the can. As he approached the house, his father shouted, “What the?.. Is that beer?! You know what? You’re grounded! Go to your room right now!! I am very, very disappointed in you.” Mr. Villagegreen poured the rest of the beer on the lawn, threw the can on the ground, and stepped on it. Mrs. Villagegreen, who had witnessed the incident on the front yard, stopped Madison and said, “You should be ashamed of yourself, no one in the family has ever dared to consume alcohol and yet you, the oldest and the most experienced one of your siblings, you’re the one who did this! Go to your room right now!”
Madison heard Mr. Villagegreen saying, “Apparently, Naperville is not a very
safe place, he had the highest grades back in Spartanburg, but a few weeks in here, and he is already coming home drinking. Mrs. Villagegreen replied, “It’s those seniors who are pulling him into the spider’s web, if we can just prevent him from going to those parties, we can stop all this.” Madison went to his siblings’ bedroom. He woke up Camille and Roger, offering them 5$ each if they both covered for him on the day he and his friends went to a street near Aurora, Illinois. There, they paid a customer to purchase beer for them. Meanwhile, Roger and Camille told Mrs. Villagegreen that Madison had gone to the library, but she had become suspicious and drove to the Naperville section of the Suburban Chicago Public Libraries, or SCPL.
Mrs. Villagegreen returned home and interrogated both of Madison’s siblings.
Camille gave in and said, “I remember him saying that he was going to some place called Auria, Aroa?.. …oh, its Aurora!” Hearing this, Mrs. Villagegreen left the house and drove to Downtown Aurora, where she looked for Madison, “Mads, Mads?! Mads!!” She finally saw him throwing a bottle of beer into the trash and shouted, “Oh my gosh! You!.. Get in here! We’re going home, oh, you’re grounded for the next two months!” Madison angrily replied, “You just had to say that out loud in the middle of the city!” His mother responded, “This is only the beginning! You’re going to be locked in the house and do nothing but study! That’s right, you’re going to hit the books all weekend and until the end of the school year, and if you don’t, you’re going to school all summer!”
Back at home, Mr. Villagegreen said, “See! In Spartanburg, he was going to be
valedictorian! But now, here in Illinois, we don’t even know if he’ll pass! You know what, I was wrong to come up here, sure I’m gaining more money and we have an easier life but those spoiled delinquent kids! He’s going to destroy his future. You were right.” Mrs. Villagegreen replied, “You should be saying some of this stuff to him, not me!” Mr. Villagegreen then said, “I’ll just take him fishing next weekend, then. I found a good spot a bit south of Kenosha, Wisconsin.”
Thus, Madison and his father bought a tiny boat and tied it to the trailer. Then,
they went fishing at the shores of Lake Michigan. Due to its size, the lake resembled an ocean instead of a small body of water with opposite shores of which could not be seen.
Mr. Villagegreen said to Madison, “You know, you don’t have to be or act like
those kids in order to avoid getting picked on or becoming the target of a prank. You said you were almost never assaulted in South Carolina.” Madison replied, “True, but this is the first time I ever went to a party, the first time where there people around me looked at me when I talked, and for the first time, I was one of the first people who other people contacted when they wanted someone when they were going to do something.” Mr. Villagegreen said, “Yes, I have to agree that your statement is mostly true. But, you were doing something better. By doing your homework, studying, getting good grades, and not getting in trouble, you were being a good role model and encouraging others to succeed. And you were helping a potential number of thousands, maybe hundreds of thousands of people in the future generations. More importantly, you were succeeding yourself. And you didn’t ruin your life. Now, if we were talking about me, we would say I “could have”, but for you, we can still say you “can”. I hope you understand.” Madison replied, “I do.”
After fishing, when both Madison and Mr. Villagegreen returned home, Madison
finished his homework. After 7 to 8 weeks of make-up work, hard studying, and exams, Madison moved from an average of 73 to a 91. Although, he did have a rocky start in Naperville, amazingly, he earned a reputation for earning good grades again and was moved to advanced placement courses in 11th grade. I think you want to know where Madison Villagegreen, the high school prodigy is today. He is working in Silicon Valley as a computer programmer for a company, whose name needs not to be mentioned. Mr. Villagegreen, Jr. now lives in a condominium in Santa Clara, California which he owns. As for Camille and Roger Villagegreen, they are both working as professors in an anonymous university near Duluth, Minnesota. And now I have told you the fates of the three children of the Villagegreen family, I can now say,

THE END

8. Disaster in Paradise

Hawaii is home to millions of people and is visited by tens of millions every year. People who come get to enjoy the warm waters of the Pacific and the 5-star hotels lined up on the Waikiki Beach of Honolulu. Being isolated from the other 49 states by thousands of miles of sea, and a hotbed of volcanoes, earthquakes, and tsunamis, a huge number of people would be trapped in the state should a disaster happen. One morning in Downtown Honolulu, an unstoppable crowd of visitors literally rush to the beaches from their hotels, all wearing shorts and bikinis and carrying sunscreens, towels, baskets of snacks, basically anything they might need for next 6 to 7 hours on the coastline. Meanwhile, on the southeastern part of the state, Mauna Loa, Big Island’s largest volcano, quietly lets out lava from its summit. This slow moving lava moves parallel to the houses on the island and fills the Pacific with chunky volcanic material. Mauna Loa also releases its western flank, which turns into a landslide and falls into the ocean. A 1,200 ft. wall of water speeds away from the Big Island and heads north, towards nearly 2 million inhabitants and visitors of the communities in the island of Oahu, including Honolulu. On Waikiki Beach, the CEO of a company who has been having a vacation with his family, receives a text message which informs him of the 300 thousand dollar his corporation received in a deal. To celebrate, he takes his family to a luxurious restaurant on the shore. While driving, he sees the water rush towards the shoreline. He tries to drive away by turning and heading inland, but he’s too late. The tsunami devours hundreds of cars and skyscrapers at the same time. 120,000 visitors on the shoreline are killed, but the tsunami heads 6 miles inland. In 2 minutes, the city is submerged.

THE END

9. Beneath the Mississippi Coliseum

This story is mostly taken from the notes of a famous scientist in Eastern China.
December 23rd, 2012. Shanghai, China. A rookie volcanologist named Stanley Chang recently had moved to a tiny tenement in the vast community of Puxi. Chang had a connection with the Scientific Dream Team of Shanghai, which was a branch of the Pacific Coalition against Seismic Catastrophe. The Dream Team Headquarters was located in Pudong, and I had been made the Administrator by the Special Branch in Palma de Mallorca, Spain. I knew that Chang had anger management issues, and his job was tough. Chang would rather be mortally ill than enter the 90 minute commute to Pudong once again. However, he had many talents, such as he spoke fluent English and Spanish, yet his native language was Cantonese. Actually, everyone in the office could speak fluent English, and I never had to learn Chinese. One day, the secretary tossed a file at me. "Mississippi Coliseum" was printed on the file in black. I opened and pulled the contents out. I was shocked by what I saw, and I immediately called Chang and three others into my office. I began speaking, "This came to me today from the Geneva Office of International Disaster Intelligence in Switzerland. And they had been faxed by the Memphis Office in the USA." I handed a photo to each and every one. Local witnesses in Jackson, Mississippi had taken photos of colossal cracks on the walls of the Mississippi Coliseum, and members of the Memphis Seismic Team had gotten ahold of it. One of the agents asked, "And why did you call us to the office, if you want us to go to Jackson or something, I can't do that. I have a lot of things to do, and my brother is coming from Hong Kong. He must already be at the airport, getting ready to board. Sorry, Xavier." I replied, "Then it's Stanley, Jimmy, Randy, and Betty. I hope YOU don't have anything in your way. Come tomorrow at 7:30 AM to get your tickets." Stanley said, "You're sending us thousands of kilometers away to look at cracks. Does that sentence actually make sense to you?" I replied, "There's an extinct volcano under the Coliseum, as you know, the Jackson Volcano. If the problem's with the walls and not the volcano, then I'll send you back and make up for it, but if it's the volcano, then, I'll still spare you from apologizing, but I'll silently accept it." That night, I had found tickets to the McKellar-Sipes Airport and I announced the tickets to the team. I learned that the plane was delayed until 9:00 AM in Pudong. Stanley then called me from a hotel in Raymond, Mississippi approximately 14 hours later, "Xavier, guess what? Man, we're outside Jackson. It's 9:00 AM here!" I replied, "Yeah Stan, but you have plenty of time, you can go there the day after, and I've talked to the owner, he said that you can begin your research underneath the Coliseum." I received a call from the automated dialing service of my mail provider, "One electronic mail for Cardiff Xavier Sparrow." I checked the website of the provider online to see that I had received an e-mail from the Memphis Seismic Team that there were a swarm of earthquakes ranging from 2.5 to 4.0 in the Greater Jackson area and that the last tremor, a 3.7, had caused the glass panel of the Coliseum to completely shatter, battering cars and shuttles with massive glass from above. This phenomenon proved that the Jackson Volcano HAD re-awakened. I forwarded the e-mail to Jimmy and Betty, who both frequently checked their computers. Betty told the others, "Hey, take a look at this, it came from Sparrow: An earthquake alert has been issued for Jackson and Central Mississippi areas. Seismic activities have caused small quakes to shatter windows, flat glass, and drop shrapnel on streets." Stan replied, "There were no quakes since we came here. Where did Sparrow hear that?" Betty continued, "He says it's from Geneva, which received it from Memphis, and Memphis probably sent people down here for info." Randy said, "Actually, at the airport, I saw a woman's coffee falling onto the floor, I don't know, she might've been clumsy, but it's not impossible that it was caused by microquakes. Let me check the seismographs in Arkansas and Mississippi. I put the link in Jim's computer." Stan asked, "They have seismographs in this area? Why? Sure there's the New Madrid Fault in Tennessee, but it's in TENNESSEE." Randy moved his lower lip upwards and said, "I don't know. But, they have a couple seismographs in Vicksburg, West Memphis, and... ooh! Little Rock. Furthermore, they've confirmed a microquake in this region at the time we were in the airport. All of you owe me. Hehe." Jimmy asked, "All right, give me my computer back, and has anyone else noticed that this is the week the Mayan Calendar ends?" Meanwhile, I read the 18th volume of a well-known international newspaper printed in English in many cities like Pyongyang, Seoul, Beijing, and Shanghai. My office was one of the last places in the area to receive the newspaper and I had to wait 3 to 5 hours to get today’s paper after it had been printed. December 23, 2012 was written in big, bold letters on top of the first page. I didn’t check the date a lot, so I had forgotten that this was the week that the world was supposed to end according to Mayans. For a second, I thought that the activity at the Jackson Volcano was related to the Mayan calendar, but then I dismissed it and I began reading the first page article. After glancing at it, I nearly began choking on the croissant I was eating. The article: “SCIENTISTS IN MISSISSIPPI PLAYING WITH THEIR TOYS ON THE GROUND”! I read further and I knew that the Americans were thinking this was a joke. I called Stan and told him to send the data the team currently had in order to spread the idea that the Jackson Volcano may erupt once again. Unfortunately, there was no data proving a future eruption. And even worse, on January 2nd, 2013, the newspaper said that no planet-threatening disasters happened in 2012 and none were expected for a long time. I was furious, people of Mississippi and Greater Jackson just wouldn’t believe that the volcano could erupt. Back in Jackson, the team had used several milligrams of rock sample from underneath the Coliseum. Suddenly, the ground began to shake and the Coliseum began moving in all directions. The state capital’s dome cracked and then turned into dust. Buildings in Jackson and Raymond moved off their foundations and fell. Stan and the team fled the Coliseum, leaving the equipment behind. Under the coliseum, magma was corroding the earth, moving upwards and getting closer to the surface. As the team was 1,000 ft. away, the Coliseum collapsed and a cloud of pyroclastic flows shot up half a mile. Jimmy said to Stan, “Go! Go! Go! Drive! Drive! It’s coming towards us!” The pyroclastic flows became black and red, and the sky was quickly darkening. Betty screamed as the pyroclastic flows surrounded the car. The vehicle was soon devoured by the cloud. In Downtown Jackson, office workers could see the clouds and view the eruption from their buildings. Volcanic ash rained down on the business district and piled up on top of skyscrapers with flat roofs. It only took two minutes before the shockwaves and the pyroclastic flows brought down the buildings, which had already been damaged in the earthquake. Three hours later, the clouds dissipated, and Jackson was completely obliterated. From the satellite, a huge grey area could be seen where Mississippi’s capital was. The Jackson eruption was rated a VEI 8, the worst category on the Volcanic Explosivity Index. The world was thrown into a volcanic winter, which lasted for 53 years and crops no longer could be raised in North America. Much of the continent starved and eventually died. United States’ population came down from 300 to 180 million and the new capital became Los Angeles after Washington, DC was deserted for extreme temperatures. I never left Shanghai and right now, I am 86 years old.

THE END

10. Last Words by the Author

Hi. If you’re reading this, then let me say that you have officially finished this book. If you’ve read this book to finish a library challenge or something, then you are ready for your next book or you are ready to claim your prize! I think that you want to do something else and you never want to read this again. But, I just want to say that, thank you for reading it. Thank you for surviving these pages and coming to this paragraph. If you want your name to be used for a character in my next book, 40,000 Years in Centralland, send me a message on Bookrix and I will make you a character.

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