Reindeer gets ready to fly….

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Norman is hoping to be a stand in Reindeer at Christmas. He’s wants to be an understudy for Santa’s team.

He says that he’s waited five hundred years for the chance and his nose has turned white with age. He’s wearing his favourite stripey woolley jumper and has borrowed a set of Santa’s braces to keep his trousers up. He feels the cold at the North Pole because of his age.

Norman almost went out in 1960 when Dasher had a pulled hamstring from dashing and crashing about, but he missed out when a reindeer called Snowy took Dashers’ place.

Norman says his sense of direction can let him down. He once flew to the South Pole by mistake but did make friends with the King Penguins down there. He now takes a blow up globe and a compass with him so that he can find his way around the world.

Norman has a month to prove himself so he can go on this year’s Christmas run.

 

You’re welcome

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I love blogging. Its almost two years since I started and I’ve got a few followers now. Each day I think what can I write about, and most days I come up with something, whether it’s about art, design, poetry, short stories or about science. My mind jumps around to various subjects, but that’s what kers me going. Perhaps I’m a frustrated teacher? I don’t know.

So Thank you everyone for taking the time to read and look at this blog. I probably post too much. I might slow down a bit?

Anyway there will no doubt be more.

X

Halloween story

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All hallows eve. The night before all saints day, Halloween. October 31st. Tomorrow…

It was almost midnight. The moon was about half full, gliding in and out from behind the clouds. Smoke from an early November 5th bonfire drifted across the woodland. A mist was forming and swirling around the trees.

Why am I doing this? She thought for the thousandth time. Why do I want to be a Witch? It was all very strange. The recruitment, in a cafe! What did they think they were, spies?

Next to her stood her best friend, Gerry, she was slightly older and into Wiccan ideas, she had persuaded her to come along. Come on, whispered Gerry. It’s almost midnight.

They followed a short path through the trees. Their bare legs scratched and nettled. Not far now. They came out into a wide open space, a gap in the trees. One Oak sapling grew at the centre of the clearing. A crude rock alter lay in front of it. The clearing was full of women in black dresses and capes, holding broomsticks and with the traditional conical hats on their heads. She started to laugh. This was ridicuous. She shivered, all she and Gerry were wearing were dark cloaks like those of the women in front of her. What am I bloody well doing…..

Come forward, a tall woman ordered them. Kneel. Put your heads on the altar.

What? She struggled so two women grabbed her and pushed her down. She felt the slab of rock cold against her cheek.

People danced and a fire flickered, out of the corner of her eye she saw the leaves falling like snow from the trees although there was no wind or breeze.

She heard cackling laughter and the tall woman sat astride her broomstick. It lifted! Slowly the woman rose, all the while maniacal laughter flying from her mouth. Twice round the clearing. The witches gradually stepped forward and surrounded the two women at the altar.

The tall woman landed next to them.

You have both passed the test, she said. You are now witches. I salute you.

Would you like a Sloe Gin with tonic and ice ?

Reading

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He never stopped reading. Even when the toast was burning, or when the kettle boiled. He would sit reading the cereal packet when he was a child, and still did it as an adult.

When the letter came he read it. Then ripped it in half and put it in the bin.

Off to work, silence, cataloguing, putting books back in place. Following the system of the books, the shelves. A to Z, Abracadabra to Zebra.

Enjoyment, organisation, learning. It was fun to him. He’d been there years. He had skills. He knew where the book was that someone would ask for. He knew what he was doing…..

End of day. Home again. He picked up the letter out of the bin..

“Redundancy notice. Head Librarian”.

He looked at the books on the walls of his house. He began to rearrange them.

I don’t remember…

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I don’t remember it happening. It must have been long ago, before the sky fell, before the Mirohs arrived. When I was young?

The world had been burning, literally, fires everywhere. Ice melting. One day it was cold, the next boiling hot.

I don’t remember the day we reached 3..

Three degrees of global heating. They had said two was bad, but we got it even hotter. The seas won’t rise. My Mom told me that, it will never happen said Dad.

It’s all a blur. Running from the sea, trying to find homes in the hills. Millions crushed in the cities that were not on rivers…

They could have called it the great flood, but the papers said the sky was falling. What it meant was the rains and storms, so heavy they flattened towns in seconds, crops died. We started growing rice in paddy fields, it was the only way to get some sustenance in all the wet, dank weather.

Two years of hell passed. I was growing up and worked in the fields. All of the children worked. No schools, just back breaking work, bending and shoveling.

We hated it, but we were not  polluting anymore. Life seemed to pause and take a breath…

Then the Mirohs came, an alien race. We saw their ship, huge, like a great storm cloud. They looked down at us. Like bugs we were to them. Then the killing started. The message, you didn’t care for your precious planet. So we will take it. Humanity is a pestilence. They put something in the water. Now no one can have children. In a hundred years or so…. We will be gone.

Will anyone remember us?

Moonlight

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Full moon tonight she said…

Yes, he said, I know.

It’s fate, she said, it can’t be helped.

But what if?…. You’ll be OK I think, she said.

The moon is up according to the astronomical clock….

But I feel NOTHING?!

It’s cloudy, and it’s behind those buildings, she said.

Oh, hell, what can I do?

Wait, relax, it’ll be OK she replied.

Moments later the fur started to grow, body twisting, face elongating. A howl began..

Are you OK, he said?

Run! She growled…..

Gone

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The room was empty, their belongings? Gone. She looked around in disbelief. All of their stuff, years of accumulated debris, old cd’s, videos, books, clothes. Everything, even the plates out of the kitchen. The knives and forks, her old egg timer. It was like someone (him) had magiced everything away.

She had been away for three days, a course in Devon. After a long drive home she had been looking forward to coffee and an early night, not this?!

She walked slowly up the stairs..

The only things left were a wardrobe, a clothes rail, and the bed. Nothing else.

She lay down on the bed, confused. She didn’t know whether to ring the police, his parents, or just wait. How long did you have to wait to report someone missing? If he’d taken everything he must have left deliberatley?

A knock at the door….. What? She walked downstairs. She saw his face through the window. Why? She opened the door, ready to scream at him. He held up his hand. Sorry I wasn’t here. He said, everything happened too fast! It was meant to be a surprise….

Im sorry he said again. I’ve bought a new house… What? Where? How? Was what she said..

I won the lottery, he said.