Planetary Halloween

I saw this on Twitter and I had to share it.

Whoever created it well done! Brilliant!

Simon ☺️

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The Beast – Halloween Story Challenge 

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…

Source: The Beast – Halloween Story Challenge 

Simon 🙂

Halloween – The Ghost Called Bob #3

After tow years of my little Halloween stories – I thought Bob’s story should carry on! Last year Bob got up to more tricks lets see what he does this year!

 

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.

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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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Do not go gentle into that good night,

This verse was used in Interstellar, I like the power in it. I hope you don’t mind me sharing it.

Simon ☺️

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“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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Warming the Dark Nights with Chocolate Chip Shortbread

There’s nothing better for a warming snack in the dark evenings than shortbread. Add to that some chocolate chips and yum! Can’t wait. 

What you’ll need to make it is:

175g Plain Flour

125g of Butter

50g of soft brown sugar

Lots of chocolate chips!!!

Sieve the flour and then add the butter as small chunks. Rub the flour and butter together until they’re fine bread crumbs.  Add the sugar and chocolate chips and mix together.

Press into a grease lined tin.

Cook for 20 minutes.

When finished sprinkle with castor sugar, cut while still got and leave to cool.

Simples.

I used a 3 x mix to fit the tin. It’s really nice I have to admit and I’m fairly sure that it won’t be around long!

Enjoy

Simon 🙂

Planet Simon’s Manic Monday

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:

  • Write a shed load for my story – I mean how hard can it be?
  • Complete the cover for one of my stories (surprise here to keep you guessing).
  • Blog some.
  • Catch up on posts.
  • Do a little thing called work

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:

The Great Galactic Service Station – Part 1

The Great Galactic Service Station – Part 2

The Great Galactic Service Station – Part 3

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:

Planet Simon Facebook Page

Twitter

Instagram

Pinterest

Stumbledupon 

Wattpad

Thanks guys – keep smiling and writing!

Simon 🙂

The Great Galactic Service Station – Part 3

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?”

Ralph gulped.

“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

 

Bookish Stuff – Horrid Henry

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.


 

Horrid Henry

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!

Simon 🙂