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Sci-Fi and Fantasy Hub on Planet Simon

As many of you will (and should) know by now I’m a bit of science fiction and fantasy nut. Whether it’s reading, watching or writing in this genre I love where it can take me. Journeys that one could never have imagined in the normal world are everyday in this world.

I’ve had a thought though, I’ve wanted for sometime to promote this work more, not just my own work but to have a place or blog where people can share their thought around things they’re written, read or watched. So I have the thought that I can use my old and currently unused Universe of possibility blog to be at the centre of this, or have a page on here where people who want to share and connect in this area can do so.

I do need people to join in with this and to help it grow, so let me know your thoughts, if you’re interested in the same genre would you be willing to join in, read, follow, help or participate. It can be as simple as letting me link to a post on your own blog, or if you really want putting something up personally. It’s so open it’s like space.

What are your thoughts bloggies?

Simon 🙂

The Titan Mystery – The Conclusion

Though the darkness of deep space a lone spacecraft moved slowly towards a rippling tear of energy in space. The Atlas, the ship sent to rescue the Tycho and it’s crew moved towards its reported position.

“We’ve not been able to pick up the Tycho on sensors Captain and they should be here!”

Captain William Roberts sat back in his chair, thoughtful.

“When was the last time we had contact with the Tycho?”

“Only a few hours ago to inform them of our arrival sir!” The communications officer answered.

“Raise them again and get them to re-confirm their position please.”

“Sir!”

Captain Roberts had read the report from the Tycho. It was quite a story, he wouldn’t ever say he didn’t believe it but he certainly had questions. But if they’re supposed to be here and are not, then perhaps the time leak from this Titan could explain it.

“They’ve confirmed their position sir.”

“Well you better tell McKinley that his problems aren’t over yet. I think he need to be thinking about passing though that time tear because it seems he’s in the right place at the wrong time!”
McKinley sat there, sunk in his seat. Dumbfounded as he looked across at Seanna.

“What do we do now?” She asked him. McKinley couldn’t answer, he had run out of all of his ideas now. He was looking forward to an end to all of this, so much had been lost to get the Tycho and what was left of its crew here. This was meant to be a routine survey and reconnaissance mission and it looked like now that the only chances they had were to either brave the rift or die on the Tycho when the supplies ran out.

After a pause McKinley hit the console on his chair, breaking the controls. In whT seemed like a rage he got out of his chair and headed off the control centre “you’re in command Seanna!” He shouted, everyone was silenced. No one dared speak until after he had gone.

“Hello sir, I’ve not seen you for three days. How can I be of assistance?” Dave asked McKinley as he arrived on the loading deck.

“It seems we’re stuck in the wrong time! Can you think of how we are going to back to where we should be?” McKinley asked Dave strongly. He had calmed a little since leaving the control centre, but his unhappiness was obvious.

Dave was thoughtful for a moment “I think the term wrong time is incorrect, we are in a different time than you want to be is more accurate!” McKinley rolled his eyes and was about to boil over again when Dave started  again “there is a way to try and get back to your own time. The problem is that it’s going to be dangerous and there is no guarantee of any success.”

McKinley was listening as the mechanoids carried on with his explanation “the rift is a tear in the fabric of space time, we have to enter it in order to find your way back. The problem is that because it is a tear it is likely to be visible in the same point in space across a vast section of time. Where to exit the rift is the key and considering the current condition of your spacecraft, we will be at the mercy of the powers we find in there.”

“Ok, let me get some of my people down here. Between all of you I hope you can make a plan that could work!”

“Certainly sir!”

McKinley called down the chief engineer, Jearo and some other science officers were also called and while McKinley was involved he could no nothing much except listen to the ideas and plans a bouncing around. For hours it carried on until finally a plan was hatched. It was still risky, but the mechanoids were going to need a few days to carry out a partial overhaul of the drive coils. This would enable the Tycho limited but useful propulsion. Dave was going to modify the navigational sensor arrays to be able to lock in on a time signal from the Atlas, essentially making it a crude time locator and guidance system. The core needed to have the coolant and linings repaired and then re-calibrated to operate at a different phase of entertainment to allow better propulsion in the rift and also not damage the reworked coils after their repair. Is was a big job and in the meantime the crew were preparing for the worst. Messages were sent to the Atlas in case the worst happened.

McKinley had just walked into his quarters and flopped onto his bed when Seanna came in. She too looked exhausted and grimy from working on the core all day.

“We did it!” She exclaimed, the exhaustion in her voice was obvious. McKinley stuck a thumb up of approval.

“Well done! We’re good to go tomorrow then?”

“Yup!” Seanna walked over, flopping onto the bed next to McKinley. Wrapping their arms round each other they both settled in for some much needed sleep.

“Do you think we will make it?” Seanna asked. “I was starting to like life and find it interesting again!”

“I wish I knew Seanna.” McKinley answered, kissing her forehead.

“This has been the most messed up mission ever don’t you think? I mean look at what’s happened. We discover a ship, it’s stuck in time and we get trapp-” a snorw came from McKinley. Smiling Seanna rested he head on the pillow next to him, but wasn’t able ro sleep like McKinley.
Seanna woke late and alone, without pausing for anything she made it up to to control. McKinley raised his eyebrows as she made he way onto the deck looking a little ragged.

“Good afternoon! Glad you could make it Seanna!”

“Where are we at?” she asked.

“Tyson has just get the Atlas to send signals at times intervals, acting as a time beacon. All the checks have been completed and we’ll be ready to start in about an hour when the coils are charged. Can you take the guidance panel as we all need your keen eye to look for the right way to go!”

“Certainly” Deanna replied. Manning her station the crew prepared for this one last journey. Like n impending sentence it was the longest hour ever to pass. Eventually the call came through:

“Coils are charged commander!”

McKinley took a moment to look around at the assembled crew. Each of them looking back at him. He wondered over to Seanna she put he hand in his for a moment and looked up at him “let’s do this yeah?”

Neila called over “All stations have called in, all systems are go and all lights are green!”

“Let’s do then! Take us in!” McKinley called out. The Tycho’s engines vibrated briefly as they pushed the craft forward towards its destiny. The rift that had almost destroyed themselves to escape from was now their target. In a few moments the pull of the rift was pulling them ever faster towards its heart.

“Keep her steady!” McKinley called out.

“We’re accelerating fast commander!” Neila called out ” in less than a minute were going to moving faster than our engines can push us!”

“Can we still navigate?” McKinley replied.

“Yes, but it’s getting harder!”

“Do we have a lock yet Seanna?”

“No! I’m trying to find it!” Seanna yelled back

“Keep at it!” McKinley yelled back.

For what seemed like endless moments the rift was getting closer and larger in the forward view. Turbulences of untamed power rocked and buffeted the small craft. Neila shouting out the damage sustained and isolating each in turn. Suddenly the crew were thrown onto their panels as a huge metallic crash was sent through the Tycho.

“Hull breach at the forecastle!” Neila shouted out, the deafening roar drowning her out. “Were going to get shaken to pieces at this rate!”

“Have we got it yet Seanna?” McKinley shouted.

“I think so, it’s hard to tell but there’s  lot of noise!” She shouted back. “I’m sending the heading to the guidance computer!”

“Give it all you can Neila!”

“Damn right!” At that the engines of the Tycho sprang into life, the ship shaking as it tried to fly straight and true. McKinley looked at the red lights all over the ship’s readout. His thoughts were resigned that this was it. There was nothing more he or anyone else could do. The swirling depths of the rift flashed and crackled with unimaginable power pushing and pulling the tiny craft around. A huge flash shot before McKinley’s eyes and then there was nothing, darkness. Silence.

“Am I dead?” McKinley thought, he wasn’t sure if he thought or spoke it. In those moments he realised he couldn’t be dead. Or… Maybe he could. Staring into the darkness he rose from his chair, swirling in the mists of balack shapes like monsters swirled and moved within it, then there were flashes of moments, the Titan mission,then previous missions, even further back to when he was a young man and had first started serving in the space core. Then he saw moments from his childhood, moments long forgotten, friends long missed. He  felt sorrowful and happiness as the moments played before him back to when he was a mere baby.

Then darkness again.

McKinley stood or so he thought in what felt and seemed like nothing. Gazing ahead until light filled his vision like the curtains open in the morning. He blinked as he tried to see around him, closing his eyes again he tried to open them. Gradually he was getting used to the light, his vision clearing. He saw a figure standing in front of him.

“Who are you? Where is this?” McKinley asked.

“Welcome McKinley.” Came a voice, gentle yet powerful. McKinley had heard it before, but he couldn’t recall where from.

“It’s good to see you again, take your time, don’t fight it my friend. You took your time! I never thought you would come!” The figure said to him.

For a few moments McKinley struggled with his eyes, clearer and clearer they became. He became aware he was standing on on sand, the sea washing over his feet. He was suddenly aware of Seanna, she slipped her hand into his.

“Will he be ok?” She asked.

The voice laughed. “Patience, in good time. It’s taken him more time to awaken properly!”

McKinley felt Seanna’s soft lips on his cheek. “Come back to us old man!” She whispered, he could tell she was smiling. Seanna wouldn’t let his hand go, in a few moments his vision cleared. He looked around to see the crew on this desert beach in the middle of a vast ocean. He looked over to the vista of a ringed plated in a deep blue sky and moons easily visible in the sky.

“Where is this?” McKinley asked.

“Don’t you k ow where we are? Or who I am?”

“Endevin?” McKinley whispered. “How?”

“Welcome to reality my friend!”

Too stunned to answer, McKinley looked at Seanna and smiled. He had no idea how or why. But he felt more alive now than he had ever done in his life. Like the moment of being born and feeling, sensing for the first time. Life, had somehow just begun!

Simon 🙂

© Simon Farnell 2016

Monday motivations -The Goragoth

I’m trying to keep some posts running through here, I always love writing for Esther’s Monday Motivations so while i had chance I thought I would. I hope you’re all well and if you guys want to ping me or whether then you know where I am 😀

I’m missing you all by the way…

The Goragoth

The tunnels under the city of Goratray were dark and forbidding like no other place. It felt like the darkness was a blanket that captivated you, like it could be cut just like the air on a misty day. But that was the point of them, they were used to capture the immortal creature and incarcerate it for all time. But Sophira was down here, dragged by an immense evil and now here he was, Maximilian the king’s best knight and only hope of seeing his daughter again.

Maximilian’s sword was sturdy in his had, ready to strike, his best sense was his hearing, a fire would only give his presence away. Goragoth had to be defeated blind, the only way he could be. Maximilian had just passed what seemed to be a junction of four tunnels and left a huge opening behind. Stopping briefly to hear what he could, It was then….

His skin crawled…

His blood ran stone cold…

He didn’t want to turn around; he knew just what he’d see and he could face anything but that! He had seen him once before and hasn’t realised who he was, now Maximilian knew as from behind his name was growled with bloodthirsty vengence.
I hope you guys like it.

Simon 😀

Whats happening on Planet Simon

As my more regular bloggers will have noticed I’ve not been around much the last couple of weeks, posts are Les and less and I’m not about to look at your great work so much. It’s a bit of a bummer if truth be told, but there it is. This si what happens with a busy work and home life and I’m trying to work my way round it all but I have to be honest it’s getting hard. There’s so much I want to put up on here and so much i want to do in life in general and yet things keep getting in the way.

I’m hoping that the ancient God of blogs is going to give mea break soon so that I can be about a bit more, but we’ll see.

On top of this I have September’s Circuit Mechanix magazine to finish and publish on it’s own blog in the next week or two. With this i have a secret project I’m working on (or meant to be) that is also shouting for some time.

The Titan mystery story is in its final stages, to date this is the single largest collective piece of work I have written, but I’m hoping that this will change soon with some of the ideas that I have. It’s how I fit all of this in, I have my core bloggers that I make sure I keep up with and I get a daily update from my inbox, this is good. The bad side to this is I can see the amount of blog i have to try and keep up on.

reading… yeah. Thats it really.

So, just know that I’ve not forgotten you guys and i miss you, I’m kind of about and looking to get back whenever I can. Keep it up you’re all amazing!

Simon 😀

Esther’s Monday Motivation – It was over. 

I’ve been busy this week, but I still had to check Esther’s Monday motivation. This week is an interesting one, the phrase to use in a 50 – 100 word story is “it was over” 

Here’s my piece on it:

Surviving the end:

They had been waiting for weeks for it to come. Now Adams and the rest couldn’t take it in. The massive rock slammed into the Earth, carving it’s destruction over the surface as they watched in stunned silence from orbit. Every last vistage of human existence either turned to ash or washed away. Finally…  It was over. 

After a few hours it struck them all. What now? If they stayed they would certainly die as there was no one to resupply them. If they left…  Could Earth still support human life? 

I wrote this on my phone so I’ve no idea of the word count. 

Thanks as always to Esther. 

Simon 🙂

Short and Sweet Advice for Writers: Remember. The World Runs on Stories. | Live to Write – Write to Live

This post from Jamie Lee Wallace is just the inspiration any writer needs to keep writing their stories! If you’re not following her – why not?!?

I hope you don’t mind the re-blog Jamie.

via Short and Sweet Advice for Writers: Remember. The World Runs on Stories. | Live to Write – Write to Live

Simon 🙂

Writing Prompt – I hadn’t thought that would happen…

Esther Newton runs her weekly Monday Motivation post to inspire the budding writers around her to generate a small piece of writing.

This week the theme is:  I hadn’t thought that would happen. So what was I going to do now?

This is what I came up with:

Radio Troubles:

The radio wasn’t badly damaged, but even so it was his job to get it working again. The captain needed to radio the rest of the fleet ahead of the intruders and they only had an hour until they would be in firing range.

“Oi! Beaumont – where the hell is that radio?” Chief Watson was breathing down his neck. As chiefs went he wasn’t old school, but he still had a hell of a bark and a temper!

“Just a few minutes sir!” Beaumont called back, sweat pouring off of him as he clipped in the power connection.

Nothing happened. Damn it. Watson was going to tear a strip off him if it wasn’t working soon. Beaumont shoot the sweat from his head and went through the circuit again. He wired in a new fuse and plugged in the power again.

BANG!

Beaumont swore out loud! He didn’t expect that t happen, what was he going to do now?

“Beaumont! What the hell have you done?” Chief screamed back again.

In desperation he flicked the switch and the radio sprang into life! Beaumont didn’t expect that either.

“It’s working sir!” Beaumont shouted back.

“Well done my son!” Watson growled back “Never a doubt in my mind!”

Simon 🙂

 

 

 

Life or Death – 150 Words

Esther’s Monday motivation was delivered to my inbox this morning. Esther has frequently encouraged me to take part in one of her short story writing prompts, so I thought today I would. Esther’s prompt post is here: Monday Motivations – “This was a matter of life or death”

The prompt is to include the line “This was a matter of life or death” in a 150 word short story:


 

Frank looked over the side of the oil rig in terror, the tanker had broken free of it’s moorings in the storm and was now heading straight for the rig. He picked up his radio and shouted into it “Collision alert – evacuate the rig now!” the controller could only just be heard, Frank held the radio close to his ear, the wind and rain tearing past him as he struggled to hear.

“Now!” Frank shouted back down the radio. Frank knew this was a matter of life and death for him and the hundred of others on the rig and the ship, there was nothing anyone could do about it either! Finally Frank heard the klaxons sounding to evacuate, men were running towards the evacuation points, no one asking questions.

Again Frank looked over the side, the tanker was huge even at this height! Frank felt like he could reach out and touch it, frozen to the spot he watched as it drifted closer and closer. Gripping the hand rails with all his strength, all Frank could do now was close his eyes and wait for the collision.


 

Thanks Esther for running this, I hope this little piece does it justice.

Simon 🙂