by Ellis Taylor 1977
I first started composing this series of stories in 1977, well before the film E.T. was released, and it has some similarities. I adapted it from a part-autobiographical story I used to tell my daughter when she was little. The story is set in South Oxfordshire, where I grew up.
It isn’t finished, and it does need editing.
Early one morning a curious light appeared on the horizon, moving very swiftly through the early morning haze down towards the big hill at the end of the lane. Just as it reached the oak trees at the top of the hill, the light stopped, popped and turned into a small object that looked rather like a mustard pot. Floating gently down in short jerky movements it landed on a small patch of grass right beside a big oak tree. There was another pop and a flash, a door opened and out stepped Plog.
Continue reading The Adventures of Plog: The Earth Story. Part 1. Well, Well
I can’t believe that it was 7 years ago today that I wrote this…but it was. I’m re-posting this from my former website, Otherworld Journeys thanks to Ellis Nelson. She jogged my memory with her post, ‘Alice was a real girl‘.
A School in the marshes
ZZZZZZssssssssss! CRACK! Like a god’s new arrow the lightning bolt slew through the rolling black sky to strike at a sultry willow tree half submerged in the turbulent morass. A huddled figure, drenched, leapt from the hide-bound willow vessel wrapped the sinew cord around a withy branch and scrambled up the bank. Soon the boy was out of the rain…but not out of danger.
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This is an excerpt from Dogged Days, a book by Ellis Taylor.
In this excerpt, Ellis recounts events that he and Sacha Christie experienced over the same weekend at Ann Andrews home in Lincolnshire.
Dogged Days is available from this website and from all good book sellers.
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I lay down to sleep on the sofa and was just drifting off when the clock chimed loudly. ‘I hope that it doesn’t keep me awake all night,’ I thought. Then immediately I heard this loud scratching noise coming from the back of the room, either the patio doors or the back window. ‘Oh, go away!’ I grumbled to myself, ‘I’m not up for this tonight, I’m too tired.’ The next thing, directly behind me, I could hear several objects moving about on the coffee table, scraping along the surface; and through my closed eyelids I saw bright lights flashing around the room. Next came some garbled voices… what they were saying I could not comprehend. Then quick as a flash something shot right into my head, it felt like my brain was being squeezed, and it bloody well hurt! By this time I could not move, I felt paralysed and I had the sense that whatever this was it was trying to read my mind. I saw visions…A great long bridge that spanned a bay, which could have been the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco, although after looking at photos of this, it was much longer than that. I think it was symbolic. Right now I cannot remember what the other visions were but what happened next left me with evidence that what was happening was very real.
Continue reading A most terrible night