Go and see my latest blog battle entry on my writing blog:
Go and see my latest blog battle entry on my writing blog:
This is my entry for this weeks blogbattle run every week by my good friend Rachael Ritchey. This week’s word is Cave. Go and look up the blog battle section in Rachaels blog for rules and how to join in. If you are thinking about joining in, you should, there’s no pressure and it’s great fun!
Steve walked up to the cave in that curious way that crafters do. Jumping and running, making sure to not touch the ground for too long as you never knew what was there. Steve approached the cave, he had seen it the day before just before night fell and decided to return to it the next day. Steve drew his diamond sword and made sure his bow was easy to get to. Creepers, zombies and all kinds of monsters liked to hang around in caves and he needed to get in there to find out what he could mine. coal, iron and diamonds were always needed and caves were the best place to find them.
As he walked into the entrance he noticed and broken and weather worn sign, what it said he couldn’t read any of the words. with caution Steve entered and after a little way the darkness submitted to dim torch light and the dim glow emitted by a small lava flow. He found a number of blocks of coal and picked up his iron axe to dig it out. After collecting a few pieces of coal and cobblestone some more coal revealed itself and then some iron. This was turning out to be a good cave. Just then he froze, the low moan of a zombie could be heard and he looked up to find one walking towards him. He picked up his diamond sword again and charged towards him. A few swipes of his sword and the zombie was soon gone.
As Steve picked up his iron axe to begin mining again he heard something else. He wasn’t sure where from. Looking around he couldn’t find out where this noise was but he thought it was below him. finding what looked like a blocked passage he descended it, finding a few goodies on the way like the odd bit of gold or iron he dug down. He was definitely getting closer, the noise was getting louder and louder. Then the last blocks shattered and he stood there, stunned by what he saw. He had found a huge chamber with coal and iron and gold all over the walls and floor, lava pools lit the cave and made it look creepy. In the middle of the chamber was a huge Ender Dragon, sitting on top of a huge pile of gold ingots and diamonds.
Steve didn’t think the Ender Dragon had seen him yet. It seemed to be resting now… it didn’t seem to happy, or active as Steve approached it, bow at the ready and golden apples close at hand to help him heal if this turned into a fight.
“I know you’re there Steve – I can sense you” he heard a woman’s voice say in his head as clear as he might hear it with his ears.
“I’ve been waiting for someone to release me for a long time now. Will you release me? In return you can have all that this cave can give.”
“Err… yes…” Steve said aloud, unsure if he was meant to talk or think. “I will help you… but how? I don’t have the materials I need to make a portal”
“You don’t need to” The woman’s voice echoed in his head again “Take your axe and dig out around the raised area at the end of the chamber – it hides a portal”
“If I do this, will you promise not to hurt me?”
“I promise, I just want to get out of this cave and back to my kingdom in the Ender World.”
Steve walked over to the raised area, his pick axe ready to dig out the portal. He kept his weapons close and made sure he watched the Dragon as he dug. Sure enough he found a portal and dug and dug until it was completely uncovered. When the last stone was mined the Dragon grinned, flapped it’s wings and rose into the air.
“Thank you Steve. Today I will spare you, but if you venture into my world then you will not be as lucky again – Goodbye”
With a roar the Dragon dove into the portal and was gone in a flash. Steve looked round, as quickly as he could he collected all the coal, iron ore, diamonds and other useful things as he could. he threw away the cobblestone as he didn’t have room for that as well. But he kept some so he could seal the cave again. Steve left the portal open, he wasn’t sure why, maybe one day it would be useful, but if he ever ventured there again he was prepared to find any kind of horror from the Ender World waiting within.
With a hop and skip he left the cave, with all the riches he could dream of to fill his chests and furnace. Maybe one day he would return to the cave, maybe one day he would dare to enter the portal. Maybe… for now he had lots to things to craft and food to find and creepers t avoid.
Copyright 2015 Simon Farnell
No ownership claimed to images – Images found on Google.
This is my first attempt at some semi serious writing – Dark Horizons is a short story about the New Horizons space probe and the discovery that was made that was totally unexpected. I hope you enjoy it and I welcome all comments on it. Other chapters will follow…
Dr Henry Jeffries sat back in his chair, thoughtfully chewing the arm of his glasses. Running through the checklists and requests for the last stages of the new Horizons mission, he could feel his eye lids getting ever heavier. The preparations for the flyby meant that he hadn’t slept for over 36 hours and the fatigue was catching up with him despite his growing excitement. As Henry was contemplating what needed to happen next a knock as his office door brought him back from his train of thought. He motioned for Fredric and Karl to enter, the door opened and they both march in chattering away, it seemed there had been some excitement.
“Henry, we think found another new moon” Karl proudly announced
“You think?” Henry questioned inquisitively, slightly confused, still shaking off the fatigue.
Fredric added “It’s very small, we’re talking only a few kilometres across and the shape is irregular too. If it was formed from the impact that created the Pluto system it could be a chunk of material thrown up that will give us a good idea of what’s inside Pluto. Or of course it could be a captured asteroid”
“There’s no risk of the probe colliding with this new moon?”
“No, but the probe it will pass very close” Karl reassured Henry. “We’re thinking about naming the new moon Obol” he added.
Both Fredric and Karl sat on the small sofa on the other side of the office. Getting up, Harry walked round an perched on the other side of his desk. Putting his glasses back on, he looks up at them, all chatter had stopped as Fredric and Karl waited for Henry to say what was clearly on his mind.
“I’ve just been going through the final actions for the flyby, the heading is now set and there’s no need for changes and the camera sequences are all set up, is that correct?”
“We would like to modify some of the camera and data capture sequences to be able to get a good look at Obol” Frederick interrupted.
“Can we afford the change? What if this this causes a problem or failure, we only have three days to the flyby” Henry responded with a concern brought by experience. He knew full well that changing things, especially at short notice was risky.
“I know we can do this Henry” Fredric replied
“Karl?” Henry looked to him, hoping he would air on the side of caution, but he knew too well that this was a slim hope. Karl nodded.
“We can do this, we’ve already created the program sequence, we just need the authority to give it to the mission programmers”
Reluctantly Henry nodded. “Ok, I would like this to be checked and done carefully, I don’t want any foul ups”
“But we don’t have much time…” Fredric intervened
“No, we do this carefully Fredric – no arguments” Henry didn’t like change and he didn’t like this, but even he was curious to see this new discovery and secretly was excited about it. “So it looks like you guys have some work to do, you better get on – I’m going to turn in, don’t carry out the upload until I’m back please”
Karl and Frederic got up “sure” they both agreed as they left. Henry allowed himself a smile as he thought how grown men can turn into little boys with only a little excitement. Henry walked from his office and down the corridor that led to the exit, as he passed a few of the other scientist they nodded and smiled, he replied in kind. One of the young lads held the door open as he left the building.
Copyright 2015 Simon Farnell
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Claire at clairehuston nominated me for this tag. I love getting nominated for tags and things so of course I’m ever grateful to Claire for nominating me. She’s a very creative blogger and you should really go and have a look at her blog if you haven’t done so already.
The Confessions of a Writer Tag was created by Nicolette at A Little Bookish, A Little Writerly. It is a ‘get-to-know’ the writer interview tag, dedicated to spotlighting the creative process, works in progress, and connecting to other writers.
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I hope you guys have the time to take part. And thank you again to Claire for nominating me!
This is my Halloween story, my children challenged me to write this and to include the words:
Trick or Treat
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 who go around 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.
Bob looked on as he did every year, watching the comings and goings on the one night of the year that he came out to see the festivities. He wears a pointed hat and he was always frustrated with the rope around his neck, he never put it there and neither could he get rid of it. He didn’t think he left any blood in his wake, instead Bob would look on at the fun, yearning to join in. Sometimes he would make himself known or try and look after a lonely child. He was always greeted with the same response, the screams would scare him and he would flee, sad and upset that he couldn’t join in.
Sometimes Bob would get close and watch as the happy children collected their big bags full of cakes and sweets, he wondered what they tasted like as they always looked so colourful and yet he couldn’t even pick them up and tasting them was impossible. He found his existence lonely and he wished for a friend on his one night of the year.
This year was different, it started when he heard a shriek from a group of children. He floated over as ghosts often do to see what had happened and to his surprise there was a mess of sweets all kinds of good things, spread over the floor where they had been dropped. He looked around and there she was. Dressed in a messy pink dress and wild brown hair. Now, ghosts don’t talk, they talk in ways us humans don’t understand. He found out her name was Mary and she also had felt lonely and wandered to the village when she saw the lights of the village in the distance.
They decided that this year they would have some ghostly fun. They hid down alleys and scared the little children, they popped up from out of the drains and from under cars. This was fun for a while but soon become boring so they decided to find a quiet place and some other ghosty games.
Soon thought the first dim lights of dawn could be seen in the distance and the time had come for both the ghosts to sleep for yet another year. Mary floated off and they both decided to meet up next year. With happy ghosty heart Bob found his home and settled down the long slumber. Happy that next year he would have a friend to scare all those little children and watch them as once again they skip around collecting sweets in their scary costumes.
Next year was going to be fun!
Copyright 2015 Simon Farnell
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I started my day to this – with POWER!!!
I need to be careful, with this wet weather I could be struck with something…
I would apologise for doing this two days in a row – but this was so funny!
Have a great day!
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Enjoy this 80’s track – I’m showing my age now lol