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Monday, 30 March 2026
Vegetable Aliens 3 RABBIT ATTACK!
THE BEST VIDEO GAME: Part 1
Jack was a mighty warrior. A mighty King. A leader of a nation with an army at his back - that was Jack. He was a warlord and a king, at least until he turned his laptop off because WARLORDS AND KINGS was a free to play video game, and Jack was only allowed to play the game from 6PM to 9PM and then it was time for bed unless he wanted to his mother to give him a headache.
Have a guess how old Jack is?
Let me imagine what you are thinking...
Fifteen year old lad heavily into drinking and video games?
Well, if you thought the later, you would be RIGHT.
It is his age. That is where you are wrong.
Jack was forty years old and he was still playing video games...
He lives with his mother in a right broken family.
It was a great life for Jack, in a rubbish depressing sort of way. He didn't have any real responsibilities to deal with. NICE. His only burden was that of running a fictional medieval kingdom that existed inside his computer screen and nowhere else.
Jack took breaks from his kingdom ruling only when he had to clean his room and go to work...
Jack worked in a warehouse in the dingiest most rundown sloppy dirty grimy unpleasant foulest wettest nastiest corner of the town of Fenwick.
His workmates liked to do horrible things to him...
They liked to lock him up in cupboards and hang him by his legs out of the window over the quays.
Jack didn't just hate his job.
He loathed it.
It was hard. It was ugly. He had to pick heavy things up, creates full of stinking shellfish dragged out of the sea.
And the money was bad... Jack earned about enough to keep him in pizza and beer, and to keep his mother out of his ear for an hour or three.
After having his head flushed down the toilet for the second time in the same day compliments of his lovely work colleagues Jack decided he had had enough for the day and went home. He didn't care if he was caught leaving his post early by management. In fact it was all part of his grand scheme to get himself sacked.
You see the situation was this:
His mother was strict and wouldn't allow him to quit his job. BUT if Jack got sacked then well there was not a lot his mum could do about that!
So Jack wanted to get sacked.
It was part of his life plan.
He couldn't care less about anything anymore.
The only thing Jack cared about was his laptop and his kingdom...
Jack slopped home and flopped into his bedroom. He needed a good hard session on his favourite game - Warlords and Kings.
He needed to get back into his imaginary throne which was his bed, and run his imaginary kingdom.
O how those poor peasants are going to pay as soon as Jack was back in play!
Within seconds the game was up and burning and Jack decided that he was thirsty so he grabbed a cheeky can of beer and then returned to his game: Time to kill some peasants!
O it made him feel so good being a total bastard in a video game.
It made his life worth living killing imaginary people, worth living indeed if only slightly.
He drank and he played and he played and he drank until Jack finally ran out of beer.
He took a sneaky look in his mothers fridge but there were no cans left.
DAMN IT!
This was beyond a disaster.
Jack was barely buzzing and he needed booze badly to keep the flow going.
But there was NO BOOZE!
He repeated NO BOOZE!
WOW now wait a minute? What was that in the back of the fridge there?
A bottle of purple G-Juice?
On the label it was written: THIS IS THE PURE STUFF!
It belonged to his mother but well, when did that ever bother Jack?
He grabbed the bottle and glugged it back...
If Jack was a man of the world he would have known to NEVER drink G-Juice like that.
But Jack was not a man of the world.
He was a man of his bedroom, and that was that.
And so when he had finished drinking the bottle of G-Juice he collapsed and blacked out for a good long time.
When he woke up again he was lying inside a cold dark stone dungeon...
That's right!
A DUNGEON!
No this was not his dirty stinky bedroom with socks on the floor and an untidy bed.
NO.
He was lying inside a LITERAL stone medieval dungeon!
What had happened?
Sitting up he moaned: 'How much did I drink?'
Jack was not alone inside the dungeon. There was a shady looking man in a robe and a hood standing in the corner and he was looking at jack with his flashing green catlike eyes.
Jack was afraid, and he had good right to be.
'Who are you?' Jack said to the stranger in a trembling voice.
'Sir Kreep,' the shady hooded man replied. 'What's your name, son?'
'I am Jack,' said Jack, still trembling.
'I don't think that is your true name,' said Sir Kreep. 'You have got another name haven't you?'
'No!' said Jack stammering, almost chocking on his words.
'I think I have seen you around here before,' said Sir Kreep determinedly. 'You are him, ain't you? You are the guy who runs this kingdom right? Yes! That is you right there right now. What is it that you like to usually call yourself? King J the Death King, something silly like that? I remember you, sitting on your bed eating your chips and looking down on us poor folk. You liked killing us peasant's didn't you, King J the Death King? Well you look at you now! Seems you have ended up in the dungeon. How sad for you. How happy for me. Do you know why I am in this dungeon, King J the Death King? You put me here. That's right. You burned my village down. You murdered my family. But you let me live locking me up to keep the memory of your horror alive. You are a really nasty piece of work ain't you Jack?'
'It was just me playing a video game! It wasn't real!'
Sir Kreep lifted up his arms and made an O shape with his mouth and then he said, 'A video game, hey? Is that your excuse son? Does this look like a video game right now? Do I look like someone who is part of a video game to you? NO. Everything evil you did was real in our world at least. And now you are going to pay for your evil deeds.'
'I beg you not to do this to me!'
'O! Begging will do you no good boy. Everything bad you can ever image is going to happen to you! So buckle up boy! Hard times are ahead!'
Jack woke up in his bed!
Thank goodness for that! It was all just a horrible dream.
How wonderful!
'That was the worst dream I have ever had,' said Jack out loud.
And then a sinister voice said under his bed:
O how you wish it were a dream...
...No more dreams for you boy...
And then Sir Kreep creeped out from under the bed and grabbed Jack tightly with his bony clawed hands so Jack could not run away. 'I am going to haunt you, Jack,' said Sir Kreep. 'I am going to haunt you for the rest of your days...'
And so begins the horrible nightmare that would become Jack's life...
(Remember! All spelling errors and grammatical mistakes are intentional - the author 😆)
(For more adventures set in the town of Fenwick Check out: IT HAPPENS AT NIGHT & JIM'S SUBWAY).
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Friday, 27 March 2026
Why are people like this?
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Monday, 23 March 2026
Vegetable Aliens 2 The Rescue !
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Friday, 20 March 2026
BUS NIGHTMARE
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Monday, 16 March 2026
The Day The Sea Fell Silent
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Sunday, 8 March 2026
Rooster Man !
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New poems
My old poems are still to be found here:
I am writing all of my new poems here. This is an ongoing work and words will be added as time goes by. Thank you.
SO WE BEGIN
1. For there is in life a thousand beautiful marvellous things, marvellous things that stings, much a full of things, that brings, any marvellous things...
2. I like to dream a dream of thy face, thy many faces gleaming in the dews - what a mirror thy do use, as thou gleam in those many dews and diffuse thy gorgeous aroma into the skies...
3. Thy face, I knew, thou smile. Thy smile is to me a thousand different dreams, a life in a life. I dream my life, with thee, I dream my life. Thou art a dream... dream - please. Live my dream as thou lives - my dream please live. And as thou live, let me live, with thy gorgeous grace.
4. Thy face, Gorgeous grace. I live with thou - beauteous in sleep and dreams. And in sleep thy sleep with dreams of joy. Please enjoy your dreams as I, please be like I. Let me live your dreams.
5. For in thy face... Thy beauteous face, a dream is born of dreams - in thy face are dreams. Thy face is love, and thy face lives the dream, the dream of my love, my love my dream. No sweeter dream than thy love, thy brighter love, thy face my dream, no sweeter dream than my love.
6. For what are thy, my dream, my lovely sleep, my eyes eye, my dream. For in thy deepest bloom, my look becomes a doom in thy loveliest depths, thy vibrant depths, and thy colours become like my every step, for every step is thy step again and again, thy step thy heart that beats, my life with you it sleeps, forever with you, it sleeps as though it were awake with every light in the world.
7. Such stories make me wish I was there, as fair and fine as the air. The air in whose breath I receive, the many stories I weave. Thou might forget me, as time forgets thee - but I will never forget yea, and you will live forever as the tides are breathing in me, living inside of me. As long as the waters are beside me there will always be a story in the debris, O please, a story in the breeze, a story of the seas, a story if you please!
8. I remember that night when they came...
Long ago...
It was a wonderful night with a gentle moon above.
I remember it well...
The light came in through the window - but it was not the light of the moon to which my eyes were drawn.
I walked towards it.
It was beautiful to me.
And that was when I met them!
Fair and far they came - they taught me the secret of it.
I walked with them, beneath the moon, beneath the sun - they taught me the right of it.
With them I learned the light of it.
The joy of it.
There is light in dark and light beyond.
O I am so fond of those light folk from yonder.
Now I am home again, and everything is a strain.
They said they would return.
So I sit and wait by my window every noon,
Waiting for them to come back, to come back soon,
They said they would return,
They have not returned.
So I sleep by my quill and wait as much as I will,
I dream of them still, and I always will, I dream of them
In the night so still...
I dream of them.
9. I miss my music box...
But now I live among the rocks,
Down by the gulls,
Up with the gulls,
The old lighthouse stands and sweeps the floors at night with its lights
and it sleeps always in the daylight, it sleeps, except me... I never sleep.
Across the water I can see the arch of an old cave long drowned by the waves. I like to ponder what lay yonder, it helps the nights to wonder about that place where none no longer wander.
Then there came a day like any other day, but yet like no other day I have lived before.
There was a bottle washed up by the sea, and it came straight to me.
My hand moved before curiosity hand a chance to play its game and before my mind could even be given the chance to awaken I had the lid off, pulled out straight away.
There was a parchment inside - a single leaf of paper, and it read:
READ ME LATER.
And there were notes, musical notes written beneath.
By the blessing of a boon I could play a tune, and so I found my flute and played.
O I played and I played to the sound of the waves O how I played.
Then the gulls fell silent - the seas became calm.
And there was the cave revealed to me beyond the waters yonder.
I reached it by way of the rocks.
I crept my way down.
There was not a sound.
And there inside, waiting for me, there it was my old music box!
O my there it was, my music box there it was just for me...
Time for home for me, away from the sea, it was time for home for me.
Away from the rocks, because I had my music box, it was time for home for me.
10. There is nothing quite like what you are, brighter than the brightest star. The darkness has no hold over you, you shine the whole night through. There is nothing I admire more than you ruler of the skies your light is true...
11. For there is life in life and love livelier than love, in a single breath that thy take,
12. I see something that is not always seen, but should always be seen, the dream of thee in songs awake.
13. To thee time is like a mirror, as thy grow, thy soar, thy fly, so much has gone by, under thy eye, as thy limbs reach to the sky thou art a world among worlds. There is nothing stronger than thee, and nothing that quite inspires as much as thee for there is nothing greater to see as thy limbs cradle the world, your beauty unfurled, you cradle the world and stand mighty for all to see.
14. Ruby red rivers, divine, and in whose grace thy dine. Thy face blushes in a hundred mirrors gleaming in thy dew clad rivers. Thy mirrors are dreaming rivers... By jove! What a sight! Thy light, so bright, tonight, your light this night delight!
15. For there is in thy, thy little eye, thy eye, a thing to be seen yet always seen, glory unto thee thy glorious thing. For in thee there lives something that has to be seen! Colour. Life. Thou breath without strife! And yet there it is - without strife there is no life, and without life there is no sight, and without sight there is no sight of thee, or thy glory, my glorious glow, go, and live!
16. There is a light flashing in my heart. My mind is like the breeze it wishes to float with the seas - O please, let my songs fly with the seas... 'Not yet for thee!' silent songs singing in my mind... They are not yet ready for thee, dear sea, though thou waters do grace me as they face me I would disgrace thee to be in thy waters. Not yet for me, fair sea, not yet for me! But one day I will be with thee, dear sea, with thee, and my song will breathe in thy waves. But not yet for me, dear sea, not yet for me nor for thee, so farewell my dear sea.
17. It was long ago when I saw a face like yours in the mirror, and yet there is no mirror that could paint a face clearer and so fair seeming as thou. No matter how much a dreamer can dream, there is no mirror that would ever hold something dearer, something sheerer than the picture of the fair face that is there looking at me now. O dear mirror! How I wish I could still be with you now!
18. I weep in the fair lightness of thy tender face, thy grace, I weep for thy face, where in thy dewdrops dance a thousand stars and a thousand stars dance among a thousand stars they dance, in thy face, in the dew drops where the stars are, in space, that live in thy face, thy face, space, so much to chase thy face - in which all light blooms.
19. No painting will ever be bright enough or right enough to reflect the gorgeous light that shines in the heart of thee… And never could I ever write enough that would ever be quite enough to reflect the glorious light in thee.
20. I wish my thoughts and your thoughts could dance together, hand in hand, like dreams living between the stars!
21. All around the grass is green and in the mud flows all things that have ever been - lives lived and still yet not seen. They crown each other, life and light, and in the water their reflections dream. No lovelier sight has there ever been seen, thy scarlet flight, thy sight, thy right, in whose rays we all delight, praise the skies for all that has ever been, thou art the finest thing I have ever seen...
22.
There was a time, when we danced this or that,
Thou sleep like one who is awake, for thou art awake, awake in thy dreams. I see you: bright and sparkling - I hear you: gentle and fair,
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Friday, 6 March 2026
Adult Man VS door!
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