Mike Powers - who am i?

'Come forth, we will explain everything to you.', they insisted.
'Yes, but this is totally too wild! Am I dreaming?' I started to pinch myself.
'Ouch!' I felt the pain and it seemed more surreal than real.
'Son, we are speaking to you on the telepathic plane' they explained. And strangely enough, they were right in front of me at that very moment.

What's worst, I saw my own reflection on their metallic clothes... I looked exactly like them! Before I could recover from the shock, one of them placed his palms over my temples. I felt a warm streams of energy channeling through. Within seconds, imagery and sounds flashed by, much like when the film editor pushing the 'fast-forward' button. Suppressed memories, missing links became clear....

I was left here on earth some 10 years ago with a mission. My memories were suppressed till the age of 12. However, the accident had accelerated the natural course of event.

Story Number 1: Mike Powers

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<Chapter I>

It didn't occurred to me then that a small bump on my head will have such a tremendous impact on my life and the people close to me...

SIX WEEKS AGO...
'Look out, Mike!' screamed little Jojo.
'What the...', I snapped back. But before I could turn around, I felt a hard hit on my right temple and all went black and hazy.  That nasty hurling football was all it takes to knock me out cold...

The last thing I saw was Jojo's face - a girl sporting a boy's haircut, dressed in jeans and a red T-shirt. I felt a strange sense of serenity as blood trickled down my right temple. For a blinking moment I thought I had died. As fate has its' devilish claim on me, I survived.

There was a green haze all round and a distinct fragrant smell that filled the dreamscape. Presented in front of me were two floating beings clad in black metallic. Their hooded faces were obscured from sight, except for gleaming green eyes... but hold on! they had three eyes each!

My knees went numb and jelly, afterall what do you expect from an eight year old in a situation like this? They motioned me to step forward. I hesitated but felt an unexplainable closeness to the beings. They started to speak...

'Mike, do not be afraid. Come forth, our son.'
'What? Who? But.. ', words were beyond me.

Everyone has a story to tell...

Right now in this part of Singapore (north east) is a little on the rainy side. What a great day to start my FIRST ever personal blog. The feeling is of excitement and apprehension (like the first day at school). But hey, who cares.... like what Nike had said "Just Do It".

Throughout the world, everyone has something to share with others.. be it criticisms, approvals, opinions and experiences. Being in the design industry for quite a bit, I felt the urge to start a blog on "a story relay", where everyone has the opportunity to add on to a story and just watch how it finally ends, will it be a mystery? a comedy? You decide!

Most importantly, my only wish is that we all have a great time. Thank you.