Historias
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                                                                  Calma, tem nada a ver com História, aquela
                                                                   matéria que  todo  mundo  odeia na escola.
                                                                   É, na  verdade,  uma  História  feita  com  o
                                                                   nome dos Episodios de XF. 

                                                                    Você tambem pode contribuir. Pode fazer
                                                                     a historia como  quiser, em ingles ou em
                                                                     portugues,  mas tem que usar os nomes
                                                                     dos episódios da série. Para participar, é
                                                                     só mandar um mail para mim com o seu 
                                                                     nome e a sua historia! Divirta-se! 

From: "Pusher" Subject: [XFILES] Falta do que fazer, mais revisao Date sent: Tue, 15 Dec 1998 23:41:55 -0200 Gente, seguinte, eu escrevi uma historia, baseada na primeira temporada, contada por uma pessoa que trabalha dentro do consorcio. Lembram que tem um piloto que cai em EBE? Pois e, seria a historia desse piloto, narrada pra o tal cara que trabalha no consorcio. A historia vai ate a morte do Deep Throat, que nao e mencionada. A questao e a seguinte, todos os episodios da primeira temporada foram mencionados, EM ORDEM:) Eu tive que escrever em ingles, entao ai vai o texto, nao somente pra revisao mas como diversao tb:) -------------------------------------------------------------------- FIRST SEASON I saw a PILOT once. He was very young and I didn`t even think that a such young man could be a pilot. But he was, and a good one, also. He didn`t see me, though. He was hurt, because his plane had crashed. Hey, I know, I said he was a good pilot and now I said that his plane crashed. But it wasn`t his fault. I managed to know what had happened. Now I will tell you. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx He can`t see me while he tells me his story. His voice sounds strange, DEEP from his THROAT. He is nervous, his hands are trembling and he keeps squeezing the hospital sheets. Maybe to SQUEEZE the sheets makes him calmer. He tells me everything. He can`t see me, he doesn`t know me, but still he trusts me. I am his CONDUIT that links him to the real world. It began five days ago. He was called to fly to New Jersey. He liked New Jersey, not because the city, but because the memories brought by the city. He had a lot of friends over there, and one of them owned a bar, called THE JERSEY DEVIL. His friend always called him to go to visit him and his family, but due his job, he wasn`t never able to do it. But when he received the assignment he felt very happy. And he called his friend to set a date, and finally to know the famous bar. He went to take his plane, to do the routine check ups. He liked that moment, he says to me. The moment when the planes are in the hangar, and its SHADOWS are on the floor. It was almost like to see the ghosts of the planes. He rather to fly in the old planes. But he was going to fly in a new one, though . The ghosts still there, but he had the impression that the GHOST was IN THE MACHINE, too. It was the first time he felt in that way. He felt like it was ICE in his stomach. A fear that never had assaulted him before. Now, he says to me, he knows that that was a first sign, an advice. He entered the plane, and made it works. He began to fly and look the wide SPACE. He chose to be a pilot just because that feeling. He and the space, alone. Sometimes he felt like he was an angel, now he feels like he is a FALLEN ANGEL. He stops to talk, suddenly. He says me that he must to talk with his wife. I didn`t know he had a wife. I ask him about her. He says she is a beautiful woman. I ask her name, but he refuses to tell me. He said that she is like EVE, the first woman on the earth. I can`t understand what he says. Maybe the crash was to much for him. He is afraid he will never see his wife again. His voice is sad, but he manages to tell me what happened. The plane was on FIRE, when he was found. He was very burnt. It was in fact a real explosion, seen from beyond the beach, BEYOND THE SEA. Well, returning to his story.... He says to me that he was flying for almost two hours. Everything was calm over there. No other human being. No men, no women. Not that he disliked woman, but he thought that the air wasn`t their place. He agreed with the sailor men, that didn`t allow women on the boats. But it was years ago. Now even the Navy accepts the women among their personal. The Navy bacame a GENDERBENDER. He laughs saying that. I didn`t, though. I was beginning to see this LAZARUS not like a hero anymore. Anyway, he was hurt, and he needed me. And maybe this so young pilot was just a too young person, young at his brain, and YOUNG AT HEART. He couldn`t know how many labels he had received since the crash. An hero, a stupid pilot, a victm, and now a innocent heart. He was even called an E.B.E, by some UFOS believers. That was funny. But the funiest thing happened with the newspapers. He was called the MIRACLE MAN. I don`t know what people thing. You survive, maybe because you are just lucky, and they say that you are a miracle, or you had managed to survive because you are strong, you wanted to survive. And the millions of people who die? Don`t they want to survive? Ok, ok, I am out of topic here. The pilot says me what happened, he says that he saw a light, a very bright light. He closed his eyes, and waited for the end of that torture. And then it was over. The light went away, and the darkness was everywhere. But not for much longer. He saw a little light coming from the right. He thought that the light was coming from another plane. When he decided to call the command tower, he saw an strange thing. The light began to go down and up, make circles. No plane could do that. And then, suddenly, an explosion. He now says he is sure he saw an helicopter. But this is impossible. An helicopter, at night, at that 15.000 feet. Impossible. I don`t say that. But I know he also thinks is impossible. The last thing he remembers is to wake up at the hospital. He speaks in a very boring tone, maybe because the medicines. I want him to take some rest, to regain some weight. As if been on shape could help him. Anyway, he seams to be fine, a little thin, but not out of standard pilot shape. There`s such a thing like standard pilot SHAPES?. The pilot is tired, he tells me that he wants to take a rest. The DARKNESS FALLS out the window. He close his hurt eyes. And seams to say something. I understand toms, or ...TOOMS. I think he said bottoms. --Well, young pilot, no bottoms for you now, just the bottom of your mind. If you have one already.---- Thinking that I go away. Promising to myself to come back tomorrow, to listen the story of this man, who was BORN AGAIN today. I go to talk with my superiors. They want answers about this man. But I can`t give them the answers they need. ROLAND Erlenmeyer, the pilot, seams to me a normal man, very young, maybe stupid. Married. And that`s all. Well, about that green blood they found? I can`t explain that either. They took a sample and put it into a fl xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx That night was the last time I saw the pilot. They never told me what had happened to him. One year later I learned about a flask that was taken from the laboratory. The flask containing the sample blood of the pilot. But I know that the blood wasn`t there anymore. I don`t know what had happened to the blood, but the ERLENMEYER FLASK had in its inside a totally different type of tessue. But this is another story. The end, first season.

From: Patricia Azeredo <djpaty@radnet.com.br> Subject: [XFILES] Brincando com os titulos do sexto ano Date sent: Mon, 06 Sep 1999 18:40:25 -0300 Fala galera! Num momento de insonia e inspiracao (e posterior transpiracao :P), resolvi bolar uma historia q contivesse todos os titulos dos episodios do sexto ano em portugues, em ordem de exibicao, mais ou menos como a Push ja fez algumas vezes por aqui. Bom, essa eh a minha primeira incursao no mundo da ficcao, entao vale dizer umas coisinhas: 1) Embora eu tenha escrito a historia toda em primeira pessoa, nao quer dizer q isso ja tenha me acontecido :P 2) Eu nao tomei nenhum tipo de aditivo quimico, seja natural ou recreacional.. :P Entao, la vai! Quero comentarios, hein? :P Tenho uma historia pra contar e isso eh so O PRINCIPIO. Estava em casa, entediada e deprimida qdo ouvi uma voz em minha mente dizer: "DIRIJA". Nao questionei: peguei o carro e sai rodando a esmo pela cidade, pensando na vida. Distraida, nao prestei atencao no caminho que seguia. Fui vendo a cidade sumir e quando me dei conta estava num lugar totalmente desconhecido, sem a menor ideia de como tinha ido parar lah. Senti-me no proprio TRIANGULO das Bermudas. Olhei ao redor: estava no meio de um grande deserto. Apenas eu e um magnifico ceu estrelado. Como se tudo aquilo estivesse lah so para mim. Senti uma profunda paz interior como se estivesse numa TERRA DOS SONHOS. Faltavam poucos dias para o Natal e aquela beleza desolada parecia mesmo um presente particular. Foi quando ouvi um ruido estranho e senti um vento gelido passando ao redor, causando calafrios. Mas, pensei, esse eh um momento especial e nao vou deixar meus medos e fantasmas pessoais o estragarem. Nao, esta nao eh uma historia sobre COMO OS FANTASMAS ESTRAGARAM O NATAL, e sim sobre os LACOS DE TERNURA que me unem a este cenario e as pessoas das quais eu gosto. Nesse exato momento comecou a chover torrencialmente, como se alguem tivesse feito uma DANCA DA CHUVA qualquer. Voltei ao carro e segui pela estrada SR 819 enquanto o radio tocava uma cancao que falava sobre viver para sempre. Pensei no mito da deusa TITHONUS, que nao usou de prudencia ao pedir a imortalidade para seu amado e acabou condenada a ve-lo perecer pela eternidade. Parei num cruzamento e vi DOIS PAIS e UM FILHO no carro ao lado, me alertando que O PERIGO VEM DA AGUA. Disse a eles que nao tinha problema, pois ja estava indo para casa. Afinal, era vespera de SEGUNDA-FEIRA e nao vivemos em nenhuma ARCADIA, nenhuma academia de intelectuais q passam os dias a filosofar e produzir literatura. Vivemos, sim, no mundo real, onde temos q trabalhar, pagar as contas e sobreviver. Percebendo q tinha exagerado na divagacao e diante do olhar estupefato do sujeito, resolvi perguntar onde estava, agradecer a resposta e seguir meu rumo. Foi quando vi um sujeito estranho parado na estrada, aparentemente pedindo carona. O bom senso manda nao parar, mas nao resisti a diminuir a velocidade e pude perceber que ele falava sozinho, nao dizendo coisa com coisa e parecendo estar em ALPHA. So entendi que seu nome era TREVOR e ele tinha o olhar perdido, como se estivesse a espera de um MILAGRO. Questionando o tenue limite entre normalidade e loucura, acelerei e segui em frente por mais uns bons quilometros. Entao a chuva parou de repente e eu estacionei o carro, esperando ver um belo arco-iris. Mas ao inves disso, surgiu algo dificil de descrever: varias luzes coloridas no ceu que mudavam de cor de modo espetacular, numa verdadeira aurora boreal. Sabendo da impossibilidade de isto acontecer nesta regiao e querendo compartilhar o momento, liguei para meus dois melhores amigos e pedi para que me encontrassem, torcendo para que o fenomeno se mantivesse. Pois nao so se manteve como, no instante em q meus amigos chegaram, as luzes que seguiam dancando pelo ceu, cada vez mais coloridas, adquiriram a forma de um grande S, que nao demorou a se converter num incrivel redemoinho, uma especie de vortex gigantesco e pulsante, parecendo vivo no meio do ceu. Diante deste fato ANTI-NATURAL presenciado por esse TRIO INSEPARAVEL, uma incrivel comocao tomou conta de todos. Foi decidido em conjunto que seria feita uma longa VIAGEM, uma jornada em busca de um sentido para nossas existencias, para nosso BIOGENESE pessoal. E ai? Ah, admito q forcei a barra em Milagro, mas foi o q pude arrumar! :D Kisses! XScully

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