Sunday, 11 December 2011
New blog
Hello all, just a quick note to encourage you to check my new blog http://validationreport.blogspot.com/ it is all about music and stuff. Will still be on here posting the random wordy mix you have become accustomed to.
Monday, 5 December 2011
Fading Handprints Pt 3
Part One and Part Two.
"In the last hour Watchers have discovered the presence of an unidentified spacecraft approaching the station. Some of you may have seen the ship as it emerged from Jupiter's dark side and is now visible through the port windows." Subtitles read across the screen as they translated the newsreader's words into text. There was little need for them as there was not one person in the room prepared to talk at that moment and the barman was absentmindedly pressing on the increase volume button as his gormless face peered at the television. Tristan stood with the remaining patrons in suspense. To his left a young woman was hurriedly shaking to consciousness the elderly man that had fallen asleep under a drool duvet while a whimper sounded from his right as the barman now clutched at the fake wood frozen in anticipation and fear.
A shove to one side and then the other brought Tristan out of his trance. People were making their way to the port windows. Half walking, half carried he moved with them. Arriving at the long stretch of space glass the area resembled a weekend wetherspoons in a small town. What could easily have been hundreds of people strained both with and against each other trying to get to the window. Not that it was needed, from his position behind the crowd Tristan had an unobstructed view of the dark blue vessel floating into view near the top of the window. He followed it, unthinking, as it drifted sideways.
"Watch out," spluttered a noise from somewhere near Tristan's knee, "watch..."
Looking down he could see his red faced drinking buddy haunched over his knees and a grey pool of what could only be vomit.
"Don't.. I've had, an accident" Joseph was struggling to halt his sudden resurgance.
"How much did you have to drink?" Tristan asked, his eyes returning to the oncoming shape.
"Drink? Can't you, buurr, see outside?"
"Yes.. I can. It's getting closer, quickly. It's, rotating, I think. Should it be doing that?"
"What? I don't know? It's a fucking alien spaceship."
"Okay... I'm moving, it looks like its going to hit us..."
Tristan and Joseph flailed in grey sludge as Tristan tried to haul his friend off the ground, his fingers finding chunks stuck to a shirt collar. Getting Joseph to his knees, Tristan pointed back down the corridor behind them, shouting over the sound of screams he was not registering as the foreign shape careered over his head and slammed into the side of the station.
"In the last hour Watchers have discovered the presence of an unidentified spacecraft approaching the station. Some of you may have seen the ship as it emerged from Jupiter's dark side and is now visible through the port windows." Subtitles read across the screen as they translated the newsreader's words into text. There was little need for them as there was not one person in the room prepared to talk at that moment and the barman was absentmindedly pressing on the increase volume button as his gormless face peered at the television. Tristan stood with the remaining patrons in suspense. To his left a young woman was hurriedly shaking to consciousness the elderly man that had fallen asleep under a drool duvet while a whimper sounded from his right as the barman now clutched at the fake wood frozen in anticipation and fear.
A shove to one side and then the other brought Tristan out of his trance. People were making their way to the port windows. Half walking, half carried he moved with them. Arriving at the long stretch of space glass the area resembled a weekend wetherspoons in a small town. What could easily have been hundreds of people strained both with and against each other trying to get to the window. Not that it was needed, from his position behind the crowd Tristan had an unobstructed view of the dark blue vessel floating into view near the top of the window. He followed it, unthinking, as it drifted sideways.
"Watch out," spluttered a noise from somewhere near Tristan's knee, "watch..."
Looking down he could see his red faced drinking buddy haunched over his knees and a grey pool of what could only be vomit.
"Don't.. I've had, an accident" Joseph was struggling to halt his sudden resurgance.
"How much did you have to drink?" Tristan asked, his eyes returning to the oncoming shape.
"Drink? Can't you, buurr, see outside?"
"Yes.. I can. It's getting closer, quickly. It's, rotating, I think. Should it be doing that?"
"What? I don't know? It's a fucking alien spaceship."
"Okay... I'm moving, it looks like its going to hit us..."
Tristan and Joseph flailed in grey sludge as Tristan tried to haul his friend off the ground, his fingers finding chunks stuck to a shirt collar. Getting Joseph to his knees, Tristan pointed back down the corridor behind them, shouting over the sound of screams he was not registering as the foreign shape careered over his head and slammed into the side of the station.
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