I saw this on Twitter and I had to share it.
Whoever created it well done! Brilliant!
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Last year I wrote this short piece for Halloween, rather than the gentle Bob story this is more scary…
I’m reposting it for this year so it can be enjoyed all over again!
The moor. Always a cold and unforgiving place, but at this time of year there was an air of power and death about it, as if it wanted to try its best to consume anybody on it. Melissa had got the call about 4pm about deathly moans coming from somewhere near the old village, as the nearest ranger she had to see what was going on. David was supposed to have joined her by now she thought as torch shone out in the blackness…
It’s at this time of year when the nights draw in, the swirling mist leaks around the village and when the children go to the front door of anyone with decorations or a pumpkin that the story of Bob is remembered. No one will speak his name in a voice louder than a whisper for fear of awaking him. The children trick or treating in their skeleton and ghost costumes watch in the dark corners, not daring to mention his name and hoping not to find him. It’s said Bob wears a pointed hat with a rope around his neck. Some have said he leaves a trail of blood where he walks and that he preys on the stray or lonely children.
The night was only young and yet the children were out big and small, clown and ghoul they were dressed. Scouring the streets for somewhere to add to their haul. Dimly lit pumpkins lined the steps of houses with the cheerful cries of trick or treat echoing around the village.
It was that time again.
Bob spied Mary, sneaking up from behind he startled her as she waited in the shadowy back of the local store. With a wink and a nod and a hushed plan the ghosts planned their fun on this, their one night of reprieve.
Loud voices of laughter and merriment came through the gloom from a group of boys, showing to fear they entered the darkness and continued their cheer. With one in front and one behind the ghosts scared the heck out of every one, scattering them as they sought the light and to safety they hoped.
On they went on their scaring quest, to find the dear little mites and make them squeal. The children were wary and stuck to the paths, where light lit their way and kept Bob and Mary at bay. It was then that Mary had the idea, with two sheets draped over their heads. Found on in a shed in a dark and gloomy place.
On they glided to find that place, where they could hang out and wait for a group of unsuspecting youths. Mary waved at Bob – hanging out din’t mean hanging by your neck from a lamp. Not long did they have to wait until loud and marry laughter rang out. Making their way they swiftly moved the sheets hiding their form until it was too late. The screams rang out when their sheets were pulled, Bob and Mary the pesky ghosts are at it again.
All through the night they played their little game keeping amused, the children not knowing of their simple little ruse. While visiting every child they could a friend they met again, young Lucy giggling at their little trick was not scared again.
Soon the children were gone, little Lucy too. Peace descended on the village with just dog and fox to shatter the blanket of peace. Bob and Mary went back to their tombs to rest another year until this day came again.
Copyright 2017 Simon Farnell
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I didn’t get much for it! lol
This verse was used in Interstellar, I like the power in it. I hope you don’t mind me sharing it.
“Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rage at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears…
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Her we are again folks… another Manic Monday with a whole load of fun and challenges ahead. What challenges are lying ahead for you?
For me I’ve got something like:
Not much to do then eh? Let’s see how far I get! I’ve also got the next part of The Great Galactic Service Station to compete – A few of you have been having a chuckle over it, if you’re into a bit of humerous scifi go have have a look:
Apart from that it’s all much the same. I hope you all have a good week and see you all out there! If you’re interested here’s more places to find me:
Thanks guys – keep smiling and writing!
Ralph was quiet, trying to digest the shocking news that Boris Johnson was an alien! He was vaguely aware that Miranda was trying to talk to him through his haze of thought. He was snapped out of it in an instant when the spaceship shook and he was thrown to his knees.
“What was that?” Ralph was panicked, shouting out for some kind of reassurance. He didn’t get it.
“I’m not sure!” Miranda shouted back “But I don’t think it was good whatever it was! Harry go and check the quantum sensor readouts and see what the proximity sensors are telling us!”
“Errr, we’ve been grabbed by another ship, it looks like Borian battle cruiser!” Harry said somewhat matter of factly. He was wandering over calmly in the direction of a corridor.
“But – you haven’t checked the sensors – how can you know?”
He turned to look at Miranda, Harry was in some kind of strange d’uh mood, “I looked out of the window. But I can check on the sensors too if you like!” With that he wandered out of sight down the corridor.
It’s worth noting at this point something about window’s as there is some slight relevance here. Well there isn’t really but a little verbal diarrhea at times like this can reduce the stress in the reader somewhat. The origin of windows is somewhat hazy, no race in the galaxy actually admits to having invented them. The main reason for this is that generally speaking they are somewhat useless. They always break easier than whatever it is they’re set in, they lose more heat and they let in light. I know at this point many will say “Ah – but you can see out of them!” While this is definitely a good point there are many times that you don’t want to see out of a window – especially when bad things that might break them are happening. Any sane living creature would want to hide form this horror. So for now a window is somewhere to put wither a potted plant, ornaments or toilet rolls.
“Where’s he going?” screamed Ralph “We’re going to die aren’t?” Ralph was becoming more than a little frantic “How do I get out of this??”
“Pull it together human! There’s no way out apart from jumping out into space!” Miranda shouted back. “You’re stuck here!”
Ralph’s franticness turned into whimpering “I’m going to die out here!”
The cold vacuum of space was something very real in Ralph’s mind as he dared to look out of the window to see what evil he might be facing. What he saw defied all belief, he expected a terrifying spacecraft of immense proportions. While it was immense there was no mistaking it – a bright blue ray was being directed at their spacecraft by what could only be described as a big bendy bus without wheels.
“You’re joking me right?” Ralph asked, turning to Miranda. “A bendy bus?”
Miranda was following Harry down the corridor, she turned to Ralph as he expressed his disbelief “What are you on about human? That’s a Borian battle cruiser!”
“It’s a bendy bus for heaven’s sake! Without wheels!”
“I don’t know what you’re on about human!” Miranda retorted she continued doen the corridor after Harry, Gaz following closely grizzling and muttering gargoyley things. Ralph looked out of the window again and then started after Miranda. At the end of the corridor was what must have been the control centre. Harry was working at the controls, Miranda yelling at him to know what they wanted and a vista of the huge bendy bus that was the Borian battle cruiser on a panoramic view screen before him.
Ralph now felt very lost and very small and couldn’t shake the feeling that he had looked on his last dawn.
At this point it’s probably prudent to make a note about space. As it’s already been noted, the universe is very big. Most of this is comprised of space. Space is a weirdly appropriate name to give to this as that’s exactly what it is – space. Cold and virtually empty. If a human were to enter space without a space suit his eyes would pop out, his lungs would explode and probably his head too. There are however some humans that believe that this a myth and a conspiracy to hold power over the human race. They believe that wearing a space suit on the moon is unnecessary. Victor Klogen was one such person and in the late 21st century set out to prove this by setting foot on the Moon without a spacesuit. To make sure the whole thing was captured, camera’s filmed the whole thing. Weirdly it took only a few microseconds for him to realise his mistake. The last images of him were not pretty as you can imagine, he seemed to be trying to say something to the camera but again weirdly nothing could be heard as there isn’t any air on the moon. Victor’s venture was deemed to be one of the hilarious mishaps in human exploration and indeed one of it’s greatest acts of stupidity.
Back on the control centre the chaos had reached it’s peak, Miranda, Harry and Gaz having a full on argument while a calm female computer voice sounded out “We are under attack” over and over. The arguing however was brought to a halt when three more figures walked into the control centre. Ralph couldn’t believe his eyes. There before him were two tall and serious looking men in suits, wearing sunshades with some kind of listening device in their ear. In between them was a blonde and scruffy looking older man – it was Boris Johnson.
“Hello there!” Boris croned.
“What are you doing here and why have you captured my ship?” Miranda demanded.
“There’s no need for that tone young lady. I merely want to have chat with your guest.” Boris continued deviously.
Ralph gulped, he had no idea what to expect. There he was still in his work standard trousers, shirt and tie. Looking and feeling insignificant with the stain of tomato ketchup from the morning’s long forgotten breakfast.
“W-what do you want?” Ralph asked hesitantly.
“I need to know where I can re-fuel my spacecraft if you don’t mind!” Boris demanded.
Ralph rolled his eyes “Not you as well! I’ve been having this same conversation with these three” Ralph explained indignantly. “I’ll say to you what I told them – I have no idea about any space ship service station in, on or near my house!”
“Listen” Boris continued “This is all very simple, I need to be able to get 400 fuel units to be able to get to the Antares star system becasue I want to conquer it and on the way I would like to be able to have a Mars bar or two to keep me going!”
“You can get a Mars bar from the BP garage round the corner!”
“Yes, but they’re not a proper Mars bar – the person that came up with the Mars bar copied what he found from us. I can’t get the fuel I need from the BP garage either. So I want you to stop messing about and help me or I’ll blow your ship up and throw you into space! Now doesn’t that sound scary?”
“I’m not scared!” grated Gaz.
“Well that doesn’t surprise me!” Boris retorted “Your kind are too stupid and arrogant to be scared!”
“What’s that’s supposed to mean?” Gaz was now looking more than a little angry.
“Calm yourself dear chap. My issue isn’t with you but this rather, dull and ordinary human we have here. Just hand him over and I’ll be gone and let you on your way!”
“No chance!” Miranda shouted defiantly and with that she shot out her capture beam, immobilising Boris and this two guards. She walked them over down the corridor and to the airlock in the loading bay. Harry had followed her, he opened the inner door and secured the three of them inside.
Pulling out a video-o-com from her pocket ( it looks rather like a smartphone) she pointed it at herself in front of the door so whoever was on the other end could see what she had done.
“Let us go or I let Boris and his boys out!” she demanded.
Only a moment later the ship lurched as the capture beam let it go.
“Now don’t follow us – I’ll let Teresa have him back! Don’t follow us!”
With that Miranda and Harry went back to the control centre. Boris was left knocking on the window with a only a muffled “Let me out” audiable on the inside.
To be continued…
©Simon Farnell 2017
Anyone else feel like this??
I’ve been thinking about how much I’ve been reading lately and at first it doesn’t seem like much (especially when compared to the book legends that read 100 books a year and such like). But then I have been reading a lot to my son at bed time and I have to say it’s been fun! So I’m going to write some posts on the children’s books that I’ve been reading.
For those of you with kids, you may well have seen the TV cartoon based on these books. After reading them it’s safe to say they’ve been faithful to the stories. The films took a bit of a departure from them but we’re interested in the books right?
Looking at the books they’re great for kids of all ages, divided into stories that can be read in about 10 – 15 minutes you’ve got great stories like:
Horrid Henry and the Computer – Where Henry locks out his entire family from the computer and blackmails them into giving him computer time and buying him games. As an added reward he gets his little brother Peter into trouble.
Horrid Henry and the Demon Dinner Lady – Henry finally gets to have packed lunches, but one of the dinner ladies makes sure that none of the kids can have so much as a crisp! Henry has to think smart of beat her!
Horrid Henry and the Fairies – Henry’s brother Peter is becoming intolerable! What can he do to get him into trouble? Making him believe in fairies could help…
The characters are great – brilliantly exaggerated but with enough realism to be able to relate to them and you can definitely feel the pain of the parents….
So if you need something entertaining for your kids, Horrid Henry is great for lots of short stories. If something longer or different is needed keep an eye out for further posts on kids books there’s going to be posts for more kids books of all sizes!
This quote has Niki from Richness of a Simple Life inspired. Maybe it’ll inspire some of you guys too.
This is gold right here! So much wisdom in one quote! I’m just going to let this sit right here and see what comes up for you. What part of this did you need to be reminded of most? Let me know in the comments!
If the first part of standing alone speaks to you most, you might enjoy last week’s post on walking alone. If you missed it, you can read it here. I’ll be sharing about the second and third points tomorrow so stop back by to catch that.
As always, sending you lots of love and wishing you all that you need to support you in being strong, smart, and brave.
Here we are again at another Monday, another 5 working days of fun and challenges (yeah… that’s the nice way of putting it). There’s much to look forward to here on Planet Simon, with more thoughts from the Minions, for the depth of my mind where things have been grating on me and another part of the Great Galactic Service Station.
Among this I’m also working on my next art pieces and more writing is going on behind these scenes for other stories, including continuing a spooky story I started last year.
I’ve also notice one or two people having a look at my Dark Horizons on Wattpad which is always good, if you’re on Wattpad come and have a look and I can see what you’ve been writing too!
Have a great week, let me know what you’re up to as well – come and say hi here or:
Thanks guys – keep smiling and writing!
You know how you feel when you’re fast a asleep and a child wakes you up by turning the light on? That feeling of disorientation and initial sickness is something that can be hard to describe. Ralph had never felt this… until now. Only right now something made it even worse, he felt like he was falling as well. The light in his eyes was so bright his eyes were watering and the back of his retina’s were desperately trying to find somewhere to go!
“W-what? turn the lights out!” Ralph stammered desperately trying to shield his eyes from the light with hands
“He’s waking up!” a voice announced.
“You call that awake?” another voice asked.
“Yes, he’s awake. This is the most intelligent thing I’ve heard him say yet!” came the third, gargoyley voice.
Ralph continued to wriggle, then he realised, his arms were bound somehow. That’s why he couldn’t shield his eyes!
“G-get my arms free and turn off the damn light – it’s blinding me!” Ralph protested.
“Go-on!” the seventies style icon said to the woman “turn off the light and let him go!”
“Why have I got to do it?” the woman protested. “Since when were you put in charge?”
“I’m a man and I’m the biggest!” he proudly announced. The woman rolled her eyes and flicked off a few switches. The light went out and Ralph’s arms were free.
“It’s just a disguise you stupid Gorean!” the woman scolded. “I’m the one in command remember – you’re only the technician!”
“Yeah but you can’t defeat me while I’m wearing this! It says so in this cool looking thing I found on Earth. They watch this stuff called VT and I used it to research them!”
The woman rolled her eyes! “You twit! That thing you watched is about 40 years old – even the humans have moved on from this junk. I wondered why you were wearing that ridiculous outfit!”
The seventies style icon looked hurt and was about to respond when Ralph interrupted “Excuse me!” he blurted out! “Where am I?” Ralph rolled over still feeling sick. Rolling over that bit too much landed on the floor with a thud.
I could write in what was said at this point, but that would make this unreadable for little people, so we’ll skip that bit and the ensuing argument over where he was, who looked the most ridiculous and all that kind of thing, it wasn’t that pleasant. Neither was Ralph being sick at the end of it all.
All that’s really worth knowing about this is that Ralph was sick because he was on a spacecraft moving a little faster than he was used to. About a million miles an hour faster give or take the odd bit.
“What’s this?” Ralph groaned at the woman as she placed what looked suspiciously like a glass of water in front of him. Ralph knew it couldn’t be – he was on a spaceship. They didn’t have glasses of water.
“It’s a glass of water!” the woman told him. “What did you think it was? Some kind of highly technical space drink that looked like a glass of water?” the woman retored somewhat sarcastically.
“No!” Ralph replied sternly. “I’m not stupid you know!” I was all Ralph could say to retain some kind of intellectual dignity.
“If you’re not stupid then can you tell me where the service station is then?”
“Right!” Ralph was annoyed now, he stood up. Paused for a second and then downed his water. The three strangelings looked on waiting for some kind of epiphany. It didn’t come.
“Who are you and what is this about a service station? I’ve never been asked to build one and I couldn’t I know nothing about spaceship fuel!”
The woman sighed “This is Gharaakkkyttr” she told him pointing at the dwarf . She the seventies style icon “You can get out of that now!” This is hararararmm” he reached back and pulled what must have been like an invisible seal down his face and front. The ‘skin’ (Ralph called it skin but he bet it was rubber) fell to the floor and out crawled what any human would say is a stereotypical alien. Long head, big eyes, scrawny arms and legs.
“So, you’re some other kind of alien too?” Ralph asked the woman.
“No!” the woman replied with some indignation. “I’m a human! What did you think humans only lived on Earth?” Ralph’s face went blank. The three of them found this very amusing, the woman smirked and then burst out laughing, the alien and the dwarf also finding this hilarious.
“Well how am I supposed to know?” Ralph interrupted angrily.
The woman tapped his shoulder, tears in her eyes as she stemmed her laughter “I’m sorry, I know it’s just very funny. You Earthlings are so stupid it’s so funny!”
“I resent that!”
“You would!” the woman was still trying to contain her laughter, chuckling to herself. “Anyway, my name is Miranda!” she held her hand out to Ralph. Hesitantly Ralph went to take it “Like the moon or Uranus?” he asked.
“No, like the TV comedian of course!” Just before Ralph took he hand she pulled it up to her face – thumb on her nose and waggled her fingers as she crossed her eyes and blew a raspberry. She started laughing again, Ralph wasn’t so impressed.
“You call be the stupid one?”
“Oh you are so stuffy aren’t you?” Miranda scoffed, looking slightly offended. “Anyway, you wanted to know about the service station?”
“Yes, why me and why my house?”
“Well, your house is on the site where we installed some fuel tanks and left two humans to build the station and to run it. But we’ve heard nothing from them and after visiting Earth it seems that things have got out of hand.” Miranda explained.
“What do you mean out of hand?”
“Well Earth was never meant to be populated to the point it now is. There was only ever meant to be a small team running the service station. But it looks like more time has passed that we thought!”
“How much time?” Ralph asked, now quite curious about this whole thing.
“About twelve thousand years or so.”
“Well a lot can happen in that time, who were the who you left behind to run the station?”
Miranda looked at her clipboard, the two pens still behind here ears as she looked through the notes. “It says here their names were Adam and… Eve.”
“You know them?” Miranda was surprised at Ralph’s response.
“No, don’t be silly! But they’re in the Bible as the first humans!”
“The… what? Bible?”Miranda was now confused.
“Yes, the Bible. You know – book of God?”
“Forget it – it will take too long to explain!” Ralph was thinking he didn’t want to spend what would be hours explaining this to them. “So why are you here now after all this time?”
“Well for others in the galaxy less time has passed, we’ve been missing a few spaceships in this area that passed for re-fueling!”
“How many?” Ralph asked.
Miranda again looked through her notes “Two hundred and thirty seven.” she looked up at Ralph. “You might have seen some of them about!”
“Not personally but for a long time we’ve been wondering what the heck was going on and why aliens were visiting us. Some people even say they have been operated on!”
“Don’t worry about that – that’s just Hararararmm’s guys trying to find out where the service station is!”
“So – what you’re saying is that the reason why UFO’s have been sighted around Earth is becasue they’re out of fuel and they’re stranded?”
“Uh – yeah!” Miranda replied.
“He learns quicker than I thought he would!” Gharaakkkyttr grated.
Ralph turned to look at Gharaakkkyttr and Hararararmm “I have no idea what you’re names are so let’s make this simple!” Ralph ranted “You’re Gaz and you’re Harry!” Ralph waggled his finger at them as he carried on “If you’re so intelligent Gaz – tell me how all your spacecraft are ending up stranded here? Sounds like they’re the stupid ones!”
“I’ll slap you!” Gaz leapt at Ralph, Harry slapped him and he fell to the floor “behave yourself!” Harry told him calmly. Ralph now had a clue where Gaz got all his bruises from.
Ralph turned back to Miranda “So what are all these stranded aliens doing and where do their spaceships go?”
“I’m not sure where they put them, but I know they become weirdo’s like DJ’s and politicians.”
“Politicians?” asked Ralph “Name one that I would know!” he challenged her.
“You really need to ask? You can’t work it out?”
“No!” replied Ralph.
“Let’s put it like this – does Boris Johnson look human to you?”
This had Ralph thinking. He always knew Boris was weird, but an alien? Really?
To be continued…
©Simon Farnell 2017