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Day 83 +24hrs – The Fozzy Empathy continues – A bench with a View

As he sat on the his favourite bench on looking out over the Saddleworth moors, he felt his calm and peaceful nature returning to him.  It was as though the week of just annoying staff members, client and family was but a distant  memory.

A warm breeze picked up over the ridge he was sat one. The rest of the visitors to this point were long gone and the Ice Cream van was just exiting the car park.

 

John was finally alone on the moor, the Summer solstice had passed so this was the first day the night would be closing  in.  He didn’t mind the late June sun streamed down on him. He closed his eyes and just enjoyed the quiet.

 

He felt a large shadow passed over head, The paragliders are taking a risk at this time of night, surely the air currents are less strong?!?.

He drifted back into the void of his mind. In state of almost mediation, feeling the warmth of the night on him.

Day 77 + 24hrs : part 3

But nothing was stirring, he turned away from the window. Surveying the room, he paused as looked at his bedroom.

Sniff!

His nostrils flared, a sicky smell like egg… No sulphur entered his nose. He turned back to the window, on the lawn was purpley grey smoke swirling round forming a small egg shape about three times the size of a rugby ball. Even as his mind understood what he saw it grew in size to a human height then to a giant size.

In the 20 seconds he had watch it was the height of a lamppost. The smoke faded and the creature, unfolded itself and stretched.

Day 64 + 24hrs – Still no LOLSpaper

The fourth of June was a warm day, the hunt for sun block was the theme of the morning.

Poor old Jon had been drinking heavily the night before, so all sounds were amplified 100times.  The bang of the dog’s tail drilled into his brain. 

“Alright alright I am up”

He staggered down stairs , the dog was not there to great him. He rounded the corner to see the lounge door was open. Strange it normally shut !

He entered the room…

Day 55 + 24hrs : initiation 

Stepping off with the left foot, he descended down the spiral staircase. His head drifted as went lower into the cellar, “Owen said most spiral staircases are not spiral staircases as they do not change their circumference and therefore more cylindrical.”The light from the lamp above was diminishing, and the outline of his shadow a was fading into the darkness in front of him.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out his iPhone 5s, and with his thumb flicked on the torch app. The stairs in front of him flooded with the light from his smartphone.
“What has Jo-Nathan said to him ah yes. The way is long and dark when you reach the bottom. It opens up to a corridor, you can go either left or right. I recommend right but when you get to choose you will know in your heart which way to go.”
He smiled to himself Jo-Nathan was always drama guy, but this was supposed to be his chance to join the Order. His torch light app was now lighting up the arch way to the corridor Jo-Nathan had mentioned. He got to the bottom step, and breathed out slowly, trying to feel his next move. As he closed his eyes he turned off the light and thought about what he was going to do.
“Right was recommended, but was this a trick. Hmm. I am not sure. How does it feel. No stop the Bruce Lee accent!! Wait that’s it.”
He smiled to himself and lifted his left foot and stepped through the archway planting his left foot towards the left side of the corridor. His right foot followed this arch . When he opened his eyes he was facing the corridor and the stairs was on his left-hand side.

 Breathing more quickly now he trusted his instincts and set of in to the dark at some pace.
About 450yards down the pitch black corridor he felt a draft of air on his left cheek and he stopped suddenly. He lifted his arms up and waved them around him, front, back, left side, right side and above his head.

He could feel a gap and bit of wall by the side of him on the left and right. He was drawn to the left again and he marched through the next opening . A dim light flicked ahead of him so he headed towards it.
As he got closer the light source he could see was a candle in an old brass candlestick holder sat on small round oak table.

Reaching the table he found there was some papers and a quill with some ink.

Day 33 + 24hrs (Damn Error on) – New Worlds 3

 

So here is the post:

“Damn it George, you are right, this has been a hard trip, the loss of my Father has affected me more than I let myself believe”

“that is a natural response, but we are all here to help you through this”

“I know, I Know.. But some times i feels like me against the world”

Josh stepped closer to his Colleague as he spoke.

“Thank you for helping me see how things are”

“it s fin, it is my job as Ships Psychiatrist to manager the crews needs and feelings as Space travel does not suit Humans, we don’t liked to be fenced in for days….”

I hate this guy, is so Patronising

“…. Which is why they do more experiments with the Submarine crews in the early 21sst Century, and why we still have the BBC’s Radio 4 station still going when all other media outlets have changed over time. It was found to keep travellers calm and I guess you have not ..”

George swayed to the right, his left arm shot up and curled around the incoming right cross from Josh as his left hand palm heel struck his aggressor under the chin. Josh clasped to the floor breathing slowly. George tapped his bag, “Clinic to the bridge, can i have a medic and security in my office now as i have just been attacked”

He check josh over, he was dazed and confused. “You, you hit me!” “yep”

“Why? ”

“Well you made a decision to hit me so I took action to prevent it !”