The Ghost Called Bob #5

After three years of my little Halloween stories – I thought Bob’s story should carry on! r Bob got up to more tricks in year two more frolics in year three , he was back again last year.

And he’s back again!

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The night draw in once more the last browned and wind blown leaves remain on the trees. Awaiting the cold winds that will shed the trees of the last of summer’s warm. The mists descend as night falls, the glowing pumpkin jack-o-lanterns dimly illuminate the houses that invite the children to play their trick – or treat.

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Despite the stories told every year the children venture out, daring the goulful duo to appear. Mary floats about the dampened and misty streets, swathes of fog mask her wanderings as the first children make their way onto the spooky streets, hoping to bring home their haul of chocolate and treats.

As Mary wonders where Bob might be she rounds the corner to find him there. With almost a fright she jumps in the air. Giggling with mischief Bob gets a slap. Spinning his head he faces Mary with a lift of his hand he shows her the companion he found. Lucy, growing ever bigger with a costume of ragged clothes and face pale and bloodied she appears a spooky sight.

Lucy motions with a wave, rushing to a darkened place two others await, a witch and a Goblin wave to Lucy. Presenting the ghouls Lucy looks and nothing is there. With a snigger the pair show their amusement. Lucy’s fisted hands angrily planted on her hips. But anger is turned to laughter as the two turn to find the ghosty pair right behind them. As they screech Lucy is bent up with laughter.

With now five of them they wander through the village, all taking turns to jump out on the unsuspecting. As Bob pop his head up from a drain some boys leap to run only to find Mary staring with an undead look. With a shriek louder than the girls they run not looking back.

The girls share the abandoned sugary loot among them, laughing as they seek the next stop. A man in a van shines his light down the narrow road, waving for them to move Mary stands to block him and gives a deathly stare. The driver frustrated turns to look to see Bob with the rope around his neck. Quickly backing away Bob is left floating in mid air.

With giggles and laughs they finish their tirade of terror. Lucy says a sad farewell, offering a flower to each of the ghouls, again the ghosts make their way back to their resting places. With new friends made they look forward keenly to their night of freedom. As light starts to return Bob winces at the silhouetted gibbet and turn to the brightness as Mary looks on. They say their goodbyes and once again sink down to their graves as the light of the new day dawns.

The flowers left atop each of their graves, the gifts of love they couldn’t take.
Lucy will be there next year and again they can have their night of spooky fun!

© Simon Farnell 2020

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Enigmatic Episodes – The Philadelphia Experiment

Enigmatic Episodes looks at the mysteries and urban legends that I’ve found on the internet and finds out more about them. Are they real? Could there be a cover up? What monster may live on, in or outside our Earth? Are the Aliens watching us?

As described, the Philadelphia experiment was alleged to be a first attempt at applying cloaking technology back in 1943. As the story claims USS Eldridge was said to completely disappear and when it re-appeared crewmen reported trauma and some having partly re-materialised within the fabric of the ship.

A detailed account of this an be found here:

The Philadelphia Experiment

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This story is believed to be a hoax, which originated from de-gaussing experiments performed on the USS Eldridge. De-gaussing the Eldridge would meant magnetic mines would not have been attracted to the ships hull. It’s also believed the stories may have in part come from corona experiments carried out on the USS Timmerman, but neither of these experiments were claiming to be able to achieve the feats that this story claims.

No-one had that kind of technology, to test Einsteins unified field theory way back in the 1940’s… Did they? There are many holes in this story. If you wanted to run this kind of experiment why would you use a ship full of men as well to witness this? The US Navy was able to explain the ship’s movements and were able to explain that USS Eldridge was able to travel from Philadelphia to Norfolk and back again in a single day, where merchant ships could not.

The chances are this story is fake, but what if it wasn’t? What if this was done and the crew members that have reported the facts have been discredited. This kind of experiment is not one that the instigators would want broadcast, especially at the time as they throw the enemy off the truth.

What do you think? Was the USS Eldridge a huge unified field theory experiment? If, no matter how unlikely there was something going on will we know the truth? What about the men you are said to have partially materialised int the ship’s bulkhead – what became of them?

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Monday Motivations – Mechanoid Christmas

Thi is a little Christmas something I wrote a couple of years ago and I thought I would re-post it to keep it fresh!

Enjoy!

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Esther is always typically seasonal in her Monday Motivations writing prompts, so this week The theme is Christmas Eve. As I write this I have no idea what to write… So this is going to come as it flows:

Mechanoid Christmas

‘Twas the night before Christmas… Dave started. Then stopped. It seemed that a mechanoid had a few issues with Christmas.

“Why is it twas the night before Christmas sir?” Dave asked McKinley.

“Because it just is, it’s old talk and sounds good, now just tell us the story!” McKinley told Dave.

“Twas the night before Christmas and the five mechanoids were charging their sub systems with…”

“Stop!”

“Why sir?”

“It’s too technical, I’m bored already! They only need to be sleeping!” McKinley instructed Dave,sitting back in his seat with his feet on the console. Seanna walked in behind him, she slid her arms round McKinley and kissed his cheek.

“What are you doing?” She asked.

“I’m trying to get Dave to be creative. I have asked him to recite a night before Christmas story with him and his mechanoids in it.”

“Is it working?” Seanna smiled.

“No.” 

“No? How come?”

“He keeps being mechanoidie and making things too technical”

“That’s who he is surely?” Asked Seanna.

“Don’t you start Seanna, let me give this a go! Now from the top Dave!”

“Twas the night before Christmas and the mechanoids were in sleep mode. All noise was below 40 decibels and their foot receptacles hung up by the heat exchanger unit…”

Seanna laughed… “What is this?”

“Still will you?” Protested McKinley “this is the closest I’ve got!”

Seanna tried to stop laughing but couldn’t.

“Can I ask you about Christmas sir?” Dave asked.

“Sure” McKinley replied. Seanna had calmed down a bit at this point.

“Christmas is a celebration of the birth of Jesus Christ, a figure from Christian religion.”

“Yesss” McKinley agreed.

“Yet it is not held on his actual date of birth, but instead at a time of year celebrated by other beliefs near to the Winter solstice on Earth.”

“Ok…. What’s your point?”

“I’m confused. Why do humans celebrate Christmas then? It seems to be irrelevant.”

McKinley looked over at Seanna who looked at him and shrugged. “It seems like a good thing to do!” Was McKinley’s answer.

The mechanoid looked at him and made a beep that seemed like some kind of robotic acceptance.

“Now, start again. You be quiet this time Seanna!”

Dave started again “Twas the night before Christmas and the mechanoids were in sleep mode. All noise was below 40 decibels and their foot receptacles hung up by the heat exchanger unit. Unit 3586C stirred when a motive force was detected coming from the heat exchanger. He saw a human with long white busy facial hair and a red suit emerge. His diodes froze with fight…”

Seanna burst out laughing…. McKinley wasn’t going to get his mechanoid Christmas story at this rate!

©Simon Farnell 2016

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The Cabin

NEW PORTION IN BOLD

Join us for a progressive writing experiment! Laura from  www.todaysdose.wordpress.com  and Simon from Planet Simon came up with the idea that we work together on a story ‘seed’ and let it out into the blogoshpere she has begun the story with only a few paragraphs and a title, I’ve added a little too! Let’s see where this goes! 

 

 

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She put her face upwards and let the warm water of the shower run over, into her hair, down her body, and around her feet. She stood in there for quite some time, without washing or moving anything except her hands over her face and hair. Perhaps this was more of an emotional and mental cleanse, for certain she wanted all of the past 72 hours erased from her, like the water that now so easily disappeared into the drain.

She had arrived at his apartment that evening when the sun was just sinking below the horizon. Her body went limp as she got out of the car and collapsed into his waiting embrace. Little was said between the two, for all that needed speaking in that moment was said in silence as their arms found each other. He gently pulled her sleeping children from the car as she retreated to the bathroom.

The children. She rubbed her face gently with the warm water as she thought of them now, sharing two large beds and snuggled together. They knew very little, and she had to keep it that way for the foreseeable future. Little was said to them on the day of their abrupt departure, but her calm, quiet voice and pleading eyes told them what they needed to know.

Only one person could she tell. Barbara. The kind of friend a person lives a lifetime praying to have. The friend you can tell everything and then nothing, and she would understand always.

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She let out another sigh when she thought of her dear friend, whom she would likely not see again. And she worried for her as well. She had put her at risk by confiding in her and asking for help. But then she remembered how strong Barbara was and they had both helped each other out of many difficult situations. Barbara had lost a child to leukemia several years ago, and while the pain was unbearable, she bore it with all the grace, love and acceptance that could only be seen as admirable.

Her thoughts continued to drift as the water came down… to her husband who walked out after their third and last child was born. She had been grocery shopping after a long day at work and came home to find him gone, his side of the closet empty and drawers void of his personal effects. She never received answers to the gnawing questions, yet within a few weeks of his disappearance, she did receive a petition for divorce. Within a few months, it was settled through attorneys without her ever seeing him. Child support had been established, but as his employer was unknown, or he was not working, she never received one cent. No goodbye. No answers. No money. Just a hollowness in her heart and stomach that woke up with her every morning.

Barbara had been there for that, too. She was kind and gentle with the kids, who are also left with their own pain and questions pertaining to their sudden abandonment. How ironic was it now that she was far from her home without telling anyone. No warning, no explanation, just another emptiness in her life that left her asking why.

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All this was now in the past though, the event so of the last few days had seemed a whirlwind and she wasn’t sure yet how safe she was. There was no way the mob could fine here here? Could they? She had done exactly as Robert had told her, she had not driven directly, there was no record of this place and she had destroyed her phone and thrown it away.

Yet there was this feeling she couldn’t shake.

The sun was setting, with the children asleep she allowed herself a moment of quiet out on the porch. Sat there in the rocking chair she allowed the sun to warm her and for a little time she forgot about what had happened and why she was here in this beautiful hideaway. As the sun started to touch the edge of the lake she walked around to the side, looking up into to the hills there suddenly as she looked up her heart froze.

A simple flash up in the hills stunned her into total fear.

Was there someone up there watching them? Was there something up there that the sun had glinted on, the thoughts ran through her like a raging river, uncontrollable at first. The she calmed and realised that if someone was watching she mustn’t do anything to arouse their suspicion.

But the next questions in her head were – should she go up and look or should she run?

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I’m going to tag this to lolsyslibrary to carry on this story, if at any time someone can not carry this on, please tag it back to either Simon or Laura (see links at the top. Copy an paste the story as you receive it, mark where you stop and tag it on to the next person. Please keep the links as this will mean we can keep track of the story as it grows.

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Have fun with this.

Simon & Laura

The Cabin

Join us for a progressive writing experiment! I have begun the story with only a few paragraphs and a title. Let’s see where this goes! Laura, guest writer from www.todaysdose.wordpress.com

She put her face upwards and let the warm water of the shower run over, into her hair, down her body, and around her feet. She stood in there for quite some time, without washing or moving anything except her hands over her face and hair. Perhaps this was more of an emotional and mental cleanse, for certain she wanted all of the past 72 hours erased from her, like the water that now so easily disappeared into the drain.

She had arrived at his apartment that evening when the sun was just sinking below the horizon. Her body went limp as she got out of the car and collapsed into his waiting embrace. Little was said between the two, for all that needed speaking in that moment was said in silence as their arms found each other. He gently pulled her sleeping children from the car as she retreated to the bathroom.

The children. She rubbed her face gently with the warm water as she thought of them now, sharing two large beds and snuggled together. They knew very little, and she had to keep it that way for the foreseeable future. Little was said to them on the day of their abrupt departure, but her calm, quiet voice and pleading eyes told them what they needed to know.

Only one person could she tell. Barbara. The kind of friend a person lives a lifetime praying to have. The friend you can tell everything and then nothing, and she would understand always.

Halloween – The Ghost Called Bob #4

After three years of my little Halloween stories – I thought Bob’s story should carry on! r Bob got up to more tricks in year two and yet more frolics last 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.

 

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 unhealthy 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 and Mary waited at the edge of the village, watching and listening for the merriment to start. Once the last traces of light vanished from the sky and and lightly swirling mists had taken over the night the first cries of “Trick or Treat” ringing clear through the gloom.

Then there was a shape in the shadow, backlit by a floodlight, a witch of some kind this could be. As the shape got closer, Bob and Mary looked at each other, little lucy, not so little greeted them with a smile. She beckoned them to come, holding Bob by his rope, he led them both to the growing throng of children in monster disguise.

Leading them right to the middle of the village everyone saw Lucy and thought it was others in dress, playing the part of pesky Bob and mischievous Mary. To a group of children Lucy did stop their fun poking soon stopped when bod lifted his head and from under his arm his eyes glowed red and he cackled with glee. Mary vanished into a bag of sweets and poked her tongue out to the horrified child. In quick fashion the children did flee, terrified with the realisation that Bob was out for his yearly mischief and once more Mary was with him giving them double the trouble.

In a joyful glee Lucy skips along, having fun with her friends at last, all year she has waited to see them again. Knocking on a door to shout trick or treat, Bob scares the occupant out of their wits. Hanging from the roof, the host is greeting with a haunting sight that few would enjoy. Taking some sweet rewards Lucy skips along some more while the two ghouls play their merry game.

Only when the children have gone in do the games and screams quiet, Lucy bids them farewell once again and leave Bob and Mary to their night free from their graves. Before the night ends Bob and Mary stand and watch as the Sun starts to brighten the eastern sky, before the first beams of light they settle back into their tombs. For another year they will have to wait, until once again Halloween beckons again.

Copyright 2018 Simon Farnell

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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.

 

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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Leaping the Void

I’ve not done a blog battle for a while, so for a bit of fun I thought I would take part this time and see how it goes. The weeks theme is Darkness.

Leaping the Void:

The darkness was enveloping her mind and vision. Overloaded with the sensations of sounds and the crippling force that brought her to where she was now. Was she dead? Who was she even? What was it she could hear? Voices? The roar subsided and slowly the sounds became clearer. She was breathing fast, she knew somehow this was bad and tried to control her breathing. For a moment she lay there, collecting her thoughts, looking up and the bright blue and a white gem against the black sky, peppered with stars.

“Kristen, are you there? Please respond” was what she could hear, over and over. Dazed she lay there some more before she realised.

“I’m Kristen” she said out loud, still breathing hard, slowly getting control. She pressed the intercom button “Science officer Bowman here control, I’m here… I’m not sure what happened”

“Bowman, thank God you’re there. You’re heart rate is really high, you’ve got to get your breathing under control. Where’s Mendez and Harrison?” Kristen truned to rest on her elbow, her mind returning to the events. The massive quake, she had been looking right at both Mendez and Harrison when they vanished. Kristen looked round, now slowly sitting up, amazed that her life support system wasn’t damaged.

“I can’t see them contol!” She replied “I’m fairly sure they’re gone – they vanished in front of me.” Kristen picked herself up as the only way one can in a space suit. Finally getting up and standing as close as she dare the huge chasm that had appeared where her friends once stood. “What happened control?” She asked.

“We’re not sure Bowman, but we need to get you back here. What’s your oxygen level indicating?” Control was sounding concerned, the moon walk had already been going on several hours and they were due back soon anyway.

“It’s showing at 14 percent control” For a moment there was silence.

“Acknowledged Bowman, we need to find you a way over that chasm. You’re only a ten minute walk away from here. But it will take you three hours to get round the chasm, and about forty minutes to drive the Mule round. But you only have thirty minutes of air left and that’s if you’re careful.”

For a moment, Kristen stood there thinking. “I’ve got an idea” she finally said “You’re going to like this.” Kristen walked slowly and steadily toward the Mule. Once she got there she reached into a side compartment and pulled out a firearm. Looking round she could see that the Mule would be useless anyway, it’s front wheels sunk into the Lunar dust. Carefully she climbed onto the Mule’s cabin, looking round she could clearly see the base just the other side of the chasm.

I’m not going to die here like this. She thought to herself as she turned around and sat on the circular hatch atop the cabin. Her back was to the base, taking out the firearm and gripping it in her left hand she began the release procedure for the hatch.

“Bowman? What in God’s name are you doing? This really isn’t…”

In space, there is no sound. Which is a good thing in some ways as right at that second the hatch blew open and catapulted the determined woman up and across the chasm.

“Ohhh…myyy… Gooooddd!!!” Kristen shouted as she felt herself shot up and away from the Mule. Regaining her senses, she fired the gun.. one, two, three, four times. Each shot pushing her further and further away from the Mule and toward the base.

For what seemed like an age she was flying over the Lunar surface, no one had ever done this before. No one had needed or wanted to and she could see why. A red light in her helmet flashed, only 8 percent oxygen now. She had very few minutes of oxygen left. Finally she was descending, but at a hell of a rate. Turning to face the base… somehow in flight. As she got nearer the ground she pointed the gun toward the ground and fired one, two, three, four times. That was it, no more rounds left. Kristen had slowed but was still moving fast. She had not only cleared the chasm but was so close to the base. Moving her arms and legs as if to run.

Suddenly it was all a blur and once more Kristen was looking up and the blue and white globe that was the Earth. The red light was flashing and now there was a buzzer telling her that she was dangerously low on oxygen. Her visor was cracked and was only vaguely aware of being pulled into the Lunar base. Then, there was nothing.

“Wake up Bowman… wake up! Hell of a stunt you pulled off out there!” Kristen slowly opened here eyes, Scott Williams the base commander was sat next to her. She was laying in the base infirmary but all she could think about was the damn, thumping headache.

“I made it?” Kristen whispered weakly.

“Sure did Bowman, we had to pull you in becasue you crashed so hard. You’ve been asleep there for two days. Sorry about Mendez and Harrison, but we’re glad you’re back safe.”

With that Williams got up and left, Kristen was lost in her thoughts. She had made it, just. Thinking about her missing friends she lay there watching the medic checking her.

“Why me?” Kristen asked.

“What?” the medic asked, confused at the question.

“Why did I make it?” Kristen asked.

“Ask God, becasue I can’t aswer that. from what I hear it didn’t come easy.” The medic checked some instruments and adjusted a couple of levels and walked off, leaving Kristen alone. Alone to wonder why against all the odds, she had made it back.

©2017 Simon Farnell

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Goodbye…

The world now seems different that you’re not here.

You had some funny ways, but that made you you.

You were always happy, laughing, tough in a way but kind.

But now you’re gone.

The world won’t be the same.

Goodbye Norm. See ya later I hope.

Monday Motivations – Flashback

Esther’s theme for his weeks Monday Motivations is flashbacks and this gave me a world off opportunities… But I found it had to pick a good one. This is what I came up with:

Flashback

Sitting on the beach on a warm Autumn day, the sun setting with hues of purple, orange and red. The day dying as the year too draws to it’s own end.

With eyes closed thoughts wash over him like waves on the beach.

Thoughts of years past, of people, places things that until now we’re long forgotten.

Images vivid in his mind, some bringing a smile, others a tear.

Lost in the sea thoughts he realised that some were flashbacks to times long ago, others were flash forwards, dreams of a life maybe to come. Despite his years he knew that as long as he could dream he could still live and gather more images, more flashbacks to re-live. 

Simon 😀

Monday Motivation – Eternal Darkness

Esther’s Monday motivation theme this week was darkness and this is the story I came up with:

Eternal Darkness

We had just left the wormhole that brought us here for a brief time we were in normal space. There it was before us. Our destiny, a circle of  blackness, darkness like I had never see before. Even the glowing gasses that shone brightly as it was being annihilated couldn’t light it up. This black hole named Goliath for our mission sucked matter, light, time, energy into its immensity and destroyed it was a sight that I could see but not even start to comprehend. They say when you look into the abyss the abyss looks into you but here there was nothing looking back. The darkness before us was something that I could never imagine in my worst nightmares.

Our mission was to find the other end of eternity, we were going to sit in orbit of this black hole, just outside its event horizon and wait for it to come. There was no obvious way of going back, it was humanity’s last chance to make its stamp in time and we had volunteered for it. 

I felt the manoeuvring engines guiding our vessel, the Chronos towards Goliath. The blackness filled the viewer gradually until nothing else could be seen.Despite the immensity of what we were witnessing, no one spoke. The first and perhaps the last humans to ever see a black hole. 

The operations manager looked around and announced “We’re in orbit around Goliath” His tone was a mix of  dark certainty and achievement “The gravity shield is in place and working perfectly. We should be able to maintain this orbit for as long as wee need to.” 

“How far are we from the even horizon?” I asked.

“One million, four hundred thousand kilometres. As close as we dare.” He replied.

I was in command of the mission to discover the end of the universe and of time. This is my story.
Simon 🙂
 

 

Minecraft Steve and the Lost City – Part 5

Steve watched eagerly as Preeta entered the courtyard of the light temple Somehow and he wasn’t sure how but the monsters were not aware of him. Slowly he made his way forward until he reached the centre of the courtyard. Preeta stood there, he held out hs staff and mumbled some words, the monsters instantly turned and looked at him. Striking the ground with his staff Preeta yelled out.

“Now be gone!”

A flash of light radiated out from where the staff struck the ground. For a moment Steve was blinded, when his vision cleared he couldn’t believe it! The monsters were gone! Rushing down Steve went to join Preeta. Seeing Steve approaching Preeta shouted out “hurry crafter, the monsters will still keep arriving from these… Things” Preeta was pointing the the spawners. Sure enough in no time zombies and other monsters were appearing again.

Steve had to think of a way to destroy the spawners. It was then that it hit him. Lashing out at the monsters he took them down. Hurriedly he turned, setting down a crafting table he used the explosive he had collected from the killed creepers and in not time he had three blocks of dynamite.

Fighting his way forward again Steve for fight up to the spawners and placed the blocks of dynamite. Lighting them he turned to Preeta “Run Preeta! Head for the door!”

The two of them ran as fast as they could, reaching the door just as the explosion hit Preeta hid himself from the blast. Steve was blown out of the doorway, yelling as he hit the floor. The blast soon subsided and Preeta made his way over to Steve.

“Crafter – are you alright?”

“Yes… I’m fine!” Steve coughed and spluttered “Just give me a moment – I’m ok!”

Turning around to see his hang work Steve exclaimed “That’s how you do it!”

“Nicely done crafter!”

The light from the day had almost gone and it was getting dark. The two of them walked towards the door to the inner chambers of the light temple.

“Once we are inside we will not have to worry about monsters young crafter!” Steve handed Preeta the key, taking it Preeta pushed it firmly into the lock and turned. The mechanism seemed heavy, but not stiff or sticky as a rusted lock might be. Pushing the door, the light dazzled Steve. Like morning sun on a summer day the light streamed from the door.

“Let’s go in shall we crafter?”

“After you Preeta!” Steve replied “I have no idea where or what this is.”

“Have no fear crafter, we are near the end of the journey!”

Following Preeta into the light Steve hoped very much that he was nearing the end of his journey. This whole adventure was something Steve hadn’t expected or wanted. Preeta stopped and motioned to Steve.

Steve couldn’t believe it, in front of him were hundreds, or maybe thousands of people. They were stood like a statue army. “Are these the people of the city?” Steve asked

“Yes crafter, they were imprisioned here. Now we’re here we can set them free, I need your help one last time to set them free”

“Waht do you need?” Steve asked.

Looking at Steve, Preeta grinned “Not much! A crafting table to start with!”

“And next?” Steve asked as he placed a cafting table on the floor

“Your diamond sword!” Preeta saked. Steve wasn’t sure about this. It was his only protection and giving it up would mean any attacker could easily over power him.

“Are you sure about this Preeta?”

“Oh yes!” Preeta replied.

©Simon Farnell 2016

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