The Visitors

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Book: The Visitors Read Free
Author: Katy Newton Naas
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plants were unlike anything we had on Earth. Multi-colored flowers covered all of them, each bloom bigger than my head. Bright, moist fruits unlike any we had on Earth were growing far and wide. The hunter green color of the leaves was indescribably deep and rich. I had never seen anything so breathtaking. From somewhere beside me, I heard Dr. Lowery, the botanist female, gushing in marvel. “In all my life, I’ve never seen anything like this; it’s so green and lavish! The flowers are so big and voluminous! But how do they grow? Vegetation of any kind should not be capable of existing here. I so hope to talk to someone to learn more about how…” I had to shut her rambling out of my mind. I didn’t want to think about why it could exist – I wanted to memorize the scene, enjoy it in peace and worry about the specific details later.
    I was so captivated by the scenery that I did not initially notice the aliens who were carefully watching us from a distance. Only when they began to move closer to us did they catch my attention. The unison in which they walked was amazing. Their steps were exactly in sync, and they stayed in a very tight group while they approached us. I instinctively grabbed Luke’s hand as their features began to become clear.
    Every wild guess Luke and I had as to what these “creatures” would look like could not have been more wrong. These weren’t “creatures” at all. In fact, in an eerie echo of one of Luke’s last thoughts on the spaceship, they looked like us . They were our size and shape, with the exact same features and parts that we had. They definitely could have gone to planet Earth and been mistaken as humans. However, there was something…different about them. It was hard to pinpoint exactly what that difference was. For one thing, they were absolutely gorgeous. Their tan, almost olive-colored skin was smooth, creamy, and truly flawless. Their eyes were not all the same color, but they all had a matching crystal-like quality about them. I looked into their blue, green, and brown eyes and was captivated by the brightness they shared. These were not the same blue, green, and brown eyes that humans had. These stood out. It was almost as if they were transparent, with little lights behind them that made them shine. As I looked these “creatures” up and down, I realized that not one of them was even slightly out of shape or overweight. Their matching clothes – odd, one-piece suits in drab shades of brown and cream that fastened in the front – were flattering for their perfect forms. I knew I was staring, but I couldn’t help it. These aliens were the most beautiful things I had ever seen in my entire life.
    As I scanned the crowd slowly, mesmerized by their exquisiteness and perfection, my eyes locked with one set of green crystal eyes. Suddenly, I had to remind myself to breathe as the alien held my gaze with a stare that burned into my soul. I fought to tear my eyes away from the captivating lock that held me, and slowly looked over the creature that had my attention. I was amazed to find the single most stunning person I had ever seen in my life. Light brown, wavy hair fell perfectly into place and framed his strikingly gorgeous green eyes. Smooth, creamy skin indented slightly in both cheeks, revealing what I knew would be dimples if I was ever lucky enough to be graced with his smile. His slender, perfect nose flared slightly as he watched me gawk at him, but I somehow could not tear myself away. I felt drawn to him in a way that was impossible to explain, and my body automatically moved slightly toward him.
    As if Luke could read my mind, he suddenly squeezed the hand I forgot was clutching his and pulled me closer to him. “Jady, stay close to me. Don’t get too brave,” he whispered, sounding like a protective big brother. That was all it took to snap me out of my trance, although I still

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