Daily Inkling: Timely Information

Write some of the instruction manual for a time machine.
Window Covering

Our door kept jamming, we could not open it and so we called the repair man. It was a different guy because it seemed that our regular man had disappeared and no-one knew where he was. I must say the new man did look a bit strange and he was wearing a mask.

The first thing he did was to cover the windows because he said that if there was a draught it would make the work less effective. After five minutes he was finished and left closing the door behind him. He left me an instruction leaflet for the door before he went and a sort of remote control. He said all doors were now fitted with remotes and I should begin with pressing button one if I had problems.

And so I did.

There was a woosh and the door opened and I was standing in front of a guy with a gun in  his hand and cowboy hat. It was the t–shirt that bothered me with the words “Billy The Kid”, so I tried button 2.

I was knitting with a lot of other ladies and as the heads rolled from the guillotine everyone began to cheer and clap.

Button 3 was OK but it was cold in that cave and I really do not like earth tremors from the feet of dinosaurs.

Button 4 was my sort of thing as I  always liked fancy dress parties. It was the guy walking around with the head under his arm that put me off a bit, especially as I discovered it was not a costume.

I discovered the remote had a battery, and removed it and I was back at home.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door and the repair guy was back, and apologised. He said he had left the wrong remote and he gave me another one. And now I am in Athens in an arena with a fork in my hand and a lion licking his lips opposite and there was only one button.

Something is wrong here somehow.

Daily Inkling: Timely Information

Daily Inkling: C, a letter

Letter C

When is a letter C not a C?

In german it tends to become a K, although the C is hiding behind it. Catalogue = Kataloge

In French it might even become a Ç which gives it a sedilla effect as also used in Albanian, Azerbaijani, Manx, Tatar and Turkish

And in Russian? It becomes a letter sounding like an S

Yes our poor little C has been attacked, pushed around and even ignored and transferred into something it did not want to be. B(e) is still in front and A is ruling it all. Being followed by a D is also rather humiliating, but poor C. Have pity on him, he does his best but all the other languages keep wanting to change it.

Daily Inkling: C, a letter

Daily Inkling: Thirty-First Contact

Aliens have finally visited Earth and are ready to make contact with humans! There’s just one thing: the aliens unknowingly landed on Halloween. What happens next? 

Halloween

“Let’s go, I am not staying here, no way.”

“Why what’s wrong?”

“Look out of the window. They cut our heads off and eat the contents. They are cannibals.”

“Yuck, let’s go home, how disgusting, although that human over there looks quite tasty.”

“True, Klongle collected a few humans, for dinner, but only the heads.

Daily Inkling: Thirty-First Contact

Daily Inkling: Around the Campfire

Smoke

Tell us the spookiest campfire story ever! We love being kept in suspense. 

It was almost midnight and they were all tired. The campfire was dying, the last embers just a few wisps of smoke. Jack decided to smoke a last cigarette before retiring to bed in the tent. The others had gone some time ago. He was alone in the middle of the forest, the only noise an owl hooting somewhere in the dark.

His cannabis supply was enough and he decided to have one before going to bed.   Smoking them was better alone. The others always made stupid comments or wanted to share. He  discovered that he had no matches or lighter. Perhaps the others could help, but he only heard sounds of soft snoring and heavy breathing in the background and did not want to wake them, they might want to join him.  And so he sat there alone with his unlit cigarette. This was frustrating, the pull of the cigarette was strong and then he heard the sound of a match scraping and a flame appeared in front of him. At last he thought, but when he saw the hand holding the match he changed his mind. Since that evening sitting alone around the remains of the camp fire, he stopped smoking.

Daily Inkling: Around the Campfire

Daily Inkling: Curse of the Year

Sunset in Feldbrunnen, Switzerland

You’re cursed to turn into a vampire for the entire month of October every year! Tell us how this new reality impacts your normal life.

There could be a problem with the daily shopping, as I will be sleeping in my coffin in the hobby room in the cellar during the day, but I am sure Mr. Swiss will take care of it. On the other hand it might be that I would feel the urge on a full moon night and give him a loving bite in the neck, meaning that he would also become a vampire.

There is food everywhere on the streets during the night, you just have to be in the right place at the right time, although that could be a stress. I think the best method is to call in at the local blood bank: clean and efficient.

I would say avoid daylight above all. Being a vampire is really no big deal, all they do is sleep. I will have to check on the details about removing blood stains from clothing. I am sure there must be an app somewhere on my iPhone, Apple takes care of everything. I wonder how it works with the face identification. Vampires do not have reflections, I will have to check on that one.

Daily Inkling: Curse of the Year

Daily Inkling: Past Your Bedtime

Which type of scary story do you prefer: realistic or unrealistic? What fears do you think drive your imagination towards one or the other?

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One of my earlier photos standing in one of my favourite places. Scared, who me? Not really, it is all in the mind. Now and again a skeletal hand pokes through the snow, but I only notice it when I hear a scream if I tread on it. I still have my long black coat which I love to wear upon graveyard visits, makes for a good effect.

I have promised myself to take a wheelie in my chair at the graveyard on 1st November, it seems to be time for action, All Souls Day and all that.

I read when I have time, which is usually before I go to bed. Give me a ghost, ghoul or vampire story and I am happy. Of course I do read other literature, but the scary stuff always has a happy end as the main characters are already dead, so what could possibly happen.

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Daily Inkling: Past Your Bedtime

Daily Inkling: I know a Ghost

It’s the Friday before Halloween. Tell us the story of your ghost encounter, real or fictional. 

I wrote this in 2002 and discovered it in my archives.

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“There’s a tap on the door and a groan from outside”

“It is only the wind, you do not have to hide.”

“But I see through the window a face looking in”

“A reflection from the moon, it’s the usual  thing”

“I hear voices that cry, and wolves that now howl
I am frightened, I must hide, something is foul”

“But wait,  it is silent, all I hear is a cough
I know all is good, I switch the television off”

“The “Return of Dracula” was showing as the scene,
Do not forget, tonight is halloween.”

“And now I feel safe, but wait, there’s  a tap at the door
I will open it”

“No don’t, you cannot be sure.”

And now it was quiet, no sound to be heard
A black raven sat on the house roof
A very strange bird.

Daily Inkling: I know a Ghost

Daily Inkling: Costume Party

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What was the best Halloween costume you’ve ever worn? Was it for a party, work event, or other occasion? 

Why celebrate halloween with costumes when you can have the real thing.

After a supper of tomato soup with a glass of red wine or raspberry syrup I am ready to go. It does not really matter what you drink, as long as it is red, and there is not always a victim to oblige. Most of the family are already infected.

Of course I prefer a full moon, preferably with a tinge of red to suit the mood. I wear my favourite black cape and hope that my servant, Drac, has picked it up from the cleaners. It is difficult to remove the bloodstains on your own. Sylvester my local cleaner, does it very well. I would check to see if I am looking good in the mirror, but unfortunately I do not have a reflection.

Of course I clean my teeth and file them before going to make sure they reflect in the moonlight to make a clean bite and then I am off. I usually take the route through the graveyard to see if there are any colleagues also embarking on their best night of the year. We then fly together and hope that we are invited for a nice fresh drink of the juicy stuff. If not, there is no problem. Our colleague Vlad is in charge of the local blood bank and always ready to let us have some free samples.

I leave my costume to your imagination, perhaps you might see me fly past.

Daily Inkling: Costume Party

Daily Inkling: A Head of its Time

General Andrzej Tadeusz Bonawentura Kościuszko

You’re going about your everyday life when you happen upon the perfectly preserved head of a famous historical figure. Who is it, and why is it there? 

Everyday life does not exist in the days of a golden oldie. We have variations like going shopping, visiting doctors and wondering if you will survive until the next day.

I have Mr. Swiss to thank for the head of General Andrzej Tadeusz Bonawentura Kościuszko. I can hear you: who?? He was a Polish General and there is even a mountain named after him in Australia. His connection to our town of Solothurn was that it was his place of death. I am not going into big details about his life, you can read it all in our good old Wikipedia General Kosciuszko.

Mr. Swiss happened to be in town and notice that we have a new statue near our concert hall, so took a photo. I have not yet found it myself, but am still searching. He seems to have been some sort of super general in Poland and now and again we have polish people visiting our town on a quest for him. We also have a museum. Many years ago, in my first years in Solothurn, I was still unmarried, I visited the museum with a colleague of mine. It was in a large room in a very old building midst in town.

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There is even a stone memorial on the wall of the building in memory of this famous Polish general. The museum is full of various items concerning his battles and written documents. I remember two very old ladies were caring for the museum. They were very dedicated and insisted on following us around explaining it all.

As if it was an omen, I now have a photo of his head (actually the complete body, but it is only the head that is requested). When I saw the photo I was quite impressed by the details, it was almost as if he was embalmed and not just carved out of stone. I have now been living in Solothurn in Switzerland for 50 years and the general died in 1817 in our town, so it took quite a few years to have him commemorated with a statue.

It seems that his embalmed body was deposited in the crypt of the Solothurn church. In 1818, Kościuszko’s body was transferred to Kraków in Poland where he now is.

Me,  have nothing to do with Poland. Born a London cockney, but we always learn something new don’t we?

Daily Inkling: A Head of its Time

Daily Inkling: Social Outage

Me at the computer

Has technology affected your ability to communicate with other people? If so, to what extent, and are there any examples of when it affected you for better or worse?

Of course it has. Perhaps it is an age question and the life’s experiences you gather that you use the social connections to your advantage. My facebook presence is limited to a few comments I might make to various other comments, but I do not write myself very much.  Admittedly my WordPress site arrives through cross posting on my community site in Facebook, but not on the general soap site.

I am surprised how many arguments and revenge symptoms appear on facebook. My facebook is there because I have a connection to my old school site and have met again many old colleagues. I have connections to various sites from my origins in London. I even found a colleague I last saw when I was 10 years old before she emigrated to Australia with her family. And the girl that sat in front of me in the class in 1957 in my primary school. We are now both grandmothers. When my father was still alive and in his care home I had contact with his carers and was always up to date. It is difficult as the only child to still maintain contact when you live a couple of hundred miles away in another country. The messenger system is wonderful for private correspondence and photo connection.

Not everything about technology is bad, you just have to keep your head on your shoulders and use it for your own purpose. Of course if I suddenly get a friend request from an American serviceman showing a photo that looks more like a body buider in a wet t-shirt, I am flattered before I delete the request. As you can see from the photo, I only share my online secrets with my cat, she keeps it to herself.

It is just a matter of common sense.

Daily Inkling: Social Outage