Bombay Bicycle Club.

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Bombay Bicycle Club are an English indie rock band from Crouch EndLondon, consisting of Jack Steadman (lead vocals, guitar, piano), Jamie MacColl (guitar), Suren de Saram (drums) and Ed Nash (bass). They are guitar-fronted and have experimented with different genres, including folkelectronicaworld music and indie rock. The band were given the opening slot on 2006′s V Festival after winning a competition. They subsequently released two EPs and their debut single “Evening/Morning“. Since then, the band have released four albums including “So Long See You Tomorrow” which topped the album charts in February 2014. The band have toured worldwide as a headlining act, playing North America, Australia, Europe and the Far East.

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Porch Stories Pt 9 [Final Part?]

Sunday 13th July 2014

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Part 9.

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Excerpt from Pt-8 — As we walked back through the woods the same middle aged woman approached us, “Stay away from them they are none of your business.” and she was gone.

I looked at Mr Wells, “Doesn’t that just make one want to find out more?”

He nodded and we continued to the time machine.

During the next day we hid in the corner of the small house under the invisibility cloak. For a couple of hours nothing unusual happened, Carol went about her normal daily routine. She sat at intervals gathering her breath, or to refresh with a coffee, I thought she looked a little agitated. Always looking about herself, expecting someone to appear or something to happen or both. I thought for a brief moment she could see us or knew we were there, but my mind was eased when she passed us with no discovering. Then about mid-day all was let loose and took both myself and Mr Wells by surprise.

The apparition appeared, with no summoning by Carol, it hovered in the centre of the room.

“It is time, you must now hand your baby over to us.” it spoke in a quiet but husky voice.

“No, it is mine and my husbands, you are not having it,” Carol shouted and moved away. She was nearing the door when it swung open and the middle aged woman entered. She grabbed Carol and moved her, rather roughly, to the centre of the room. She was facing the apparition, being forced to stand in front of her by the woman.

“You cannot get away, you gave your oath and no one goes back on the oath. I warned you of the consequences and now you think you can do as you please.” the ghostly figure emphasised her words. It then moved close to Carol and was only a few inches from her face. “The baby is ours, and Agnes here will take it. You can do it the easy way or the hard way.” the ghostly figure glided away from Carol and rose into the air and was looking down on Carol.

A struggle ensued but Carol being heavily pregnant could not fight back or move very fast. The middle aged woman over whelmed Carol and laid her on the floor, on her back. The ghostly hag moved in and again was face to face with her victim. “I will take, it is up to you how.”

Carol laid on the floor, at first she put up a struggle but went quiet and still, as if hypnotised or enchanted. She hovered above Carol, arms waving in circular motions, at the same time chanting words we could understand. Witchcraft was happening as the air started to change colour and turn, spinning slowly around Carol and the ghostly figure. The figures hands were gesturing rise up, Carol was lying still on the ground, and the middle aged woman moved into the colours of spinning air. It was now both Mr Wells and myself witnessed something so unbelievable, if we had not seen it for ourselves we would never have believed it.

The stomach of Carol, split open, and the baby rose into the air, slowly it rose, the umbilical chord broke away and vanished. The hovered in the air and drifted towards the middle aged woman, lowered into her arms where she covered it in a blanket. Witnessing this Mr Wells could take no more he burst from his cloak of invisibility, exposing me as well, and ran towards the ghostly figure and middle aged woman shouting obscenities with the words “No! leave her alone.”

The ghostly hovering figure looked up as did the middle aged woman, and with a wave of her bony wispy hand Mr Wells was sent skidding across the floor. The middle aged woman headed for the door and was gone, I chased after her, but looking in all directions I could not see her, she just vanished. After a short time I went back into the house, Carol was lying on the floor with Mr Wells kneeling beside her, he looked up at me as I walked across the room, “she is dead, but look here sir, there is no blood no sign of any pregnancy. In fact no sign of any violence what so ever.”

“This is exactly as the daughter had said it was, and there was nothing we could have done to stop this. So we still have the problem of getting the daughter to meet her father. But…. in the meantime we should leave, get out of here, Robert will return soon to find this and we cannot be here.”

“Yes, Mr Elliot you are right lets get away.” Mr Wells got up and giving the sign of the cross across his chest.

Back at the time machine we talked about what we saw, trying to understand some or all of it but the more we talked the more confusing it got. Not only the witch and the middle aged woman, this was unbelievable enough, but why Carol and why her baby. I even mentioned about going back in time again, but Mr Wells said we could not return to this again.

Mr Wells returned me to my time and my house, he let me keep hold of the small machine so I could return to his time.

I walked into my house and stood fixated to the floor, “this house will never be the same again.” I whispered quietly to myself.

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Porch Stories Part 8

Thursday 26th June 2014.

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Excerpt from Pt 7 —”Who knows sir, something might reveal itself.” Just as Mr Wells finished footsteps were heard and from the trees nearby Mr Marsh appeared.

It was too late for Mr Wells to invoke the invisibility cloak, so we played it out as normal as possible.

“Good afternoon Sir’s” Mr Marsh said, pausing his pace, “you strangers? well I haven’t seen you around.” he asked.

“Yes, we are just passing through, and stopped for a rest.” Mr Wells replied.

Mr Marsh was now walking around the machine, a look of puzzlement on his face, while I was dreading the question he might ask.

“This is some weird looking machine, what ..what.. is it, what does it do?” he enquired, “Certainly very impressive looking.”

Mr Wells thought for a moment before replying and then shocked me by saying, “it is a time machine, one can travel back and forth in time.” Mr Marsh just stared at him and then me then started laughing. “Ok guys I get it, mind my own business.” He started to walk away after a few yards he turned and said, “look! I don’t know what you two are up to, but I get the impression you mean no harm, and look as if a good meal would not go amiss. I live in a small house just the other side of the wood and I am inviting you to evening dinner.”

I looked at Mr Wells and then spoke, “We would love to, we have a few things to do first, then catch you later. Thank you Mr .. “

“I am Robert, Robert Marsh.” he quickly said before I could finish.

“Nice to meet you Robert, this is George Elliot, and I am Wells, HG. Call me HG if you would.” Mr Wells said and shook hands with Robert as I did after. Robert then turned and walked away and shouted back, “I must get back and let my wife know we will have guests. See you later.” he said waving his hand.

“Why did you agree to have dinner with them? a little too close to history changing.” Mr Wells asked abruptly.

“What harm can it do to have meal with them, we are not going to do anything to change history, that is not my intention. My thinking Mr Wells is, chat with them and hopefully we can learn something. This is better than I thought would happen, right amongst them instead of hiding in the corner.”

“As long as we do nothing other than chat and eat and learn. We just cannot afford to make mistakes of this magnitude no matter how small.”

“Okay, okay I get it Mr Wells, have a little faith, please.” I said getting slightly annoyed, even though Mr Wells is right. “Oh and why did you have to tell him that we have a time machine?”

“Did he believe us, no I do not think so.” spoken as a put down.

“Point taken.” I said and gave a small laugh to lighten the mood. We passed a few hours by giving the machine a clean and service, I doing as I was told.

As we neared the house shouting could be heard, some words were very clear. “I cannot do anything about it.” Was being shouted by Mrs Marsh. We then hesitated at the porch steps, gave each other a look of ‘should we go in?’ When the door swung open and an middle aged lady ran down the steps and disappeared in the wood. Not knowing what to do when Robert Marsh came out from another path from the woods.

“Oh good you have come, follow me and I’ll introduce you to my wife Carol.” he said smiling and led the way up the steps and into the house.

Sitting in a chair by the table Mrs Marsh had her head in her hands and was crying.

“My dearest what is the matter?” asked a very concerned Mr Marsh.

“Oh! Robert it is nothing really, just the baby playing up and me getting emotional. I’ll be alright in a moment.”

“We can leave it tonight if you are not up to it.” I suggested.

“No that is okay, I’ll be fine shortly. The stew is on the stove.”

“Only if you are sure ma’am.” Mr Wells said.

“Carol, this is HG,” pointing to MR Wells, “and this is George. The two I spoke of to you earlier.” We both shook her hand in turn in a friendly manner with greetings to match.

“Robert if you would like to settle our guests and get them a drink I’ll sort out dinner.” Mrs Marsh said wiping her face with her smock, and heading to the kitchen.

We did not inquire to Mrs Marsh’s mood but Mr Marsh spoke up, “Carol, as you see is heavily pregnant, and the baby is due any day, but she has had a rather upsetting past couple of months. She is often in tears, the baby is being very temperamental, as you have already seen she is very emotional.”

“It is sad but it does happen, just hope all is okay once the baby is born.” Mr Wells conversing.

“I am sure all will work out and be fine.” was all I could say, I was thinking of the spectre we saw.

The meal went well, enjoying a beef stew and home made bread, washed down with ale. Conversation was easy, and we learnt that Mr Marsh knew nothing of the spectre or the woman, but both were looking forward to the birth of their baby. By the time we left darkness was upon us, and we used lanterns the Marsh’s gave us, to find our way. As we walked back through the woods the same middle aged woman approached us, “Stay away from them they are none of your business.” and she was gone.

I looked at Mr Wells, “Doesn’t that just make one want to find out more?”

He nodded and we continued to the time machine.

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Pt 7 Porch Stories/ Devil or Demon

Wednesday 11th June 2014

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Pt 7

Words 853.

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I wanted to be gone, I wanted to be out of the house, but Mr Wells squeezed my hand and made a gesture to be quiet and hold our spot. I held my position but I was shaking and very nervous, the sight we both could see was frightening.

Mr Wells squeezed my arm gently, a sign of assurance for me, I could see him put his finger across his lips expressing silence is the key. I need not be told twice, I was frozen rigid, and silence and stillness was top of my list.

“She has summoned a demon or devil of some sort.” Mr Wells whispered in my ear. I was hoping we would not be heard. I was completely mesmerised with the events that were unfolding in front of us, I could not take my eyes off Mrs Marsh and the ethereal figure hovering above her.

A booming voice spoke, “What makes you summon me. I hope it is good.”

“I have changed,” Carol Marsh started to say, voice stuttering, “..changed my mind. I realise I have made a mistake…”

“You changed your mind, what makes you think you can change your mind. You have pledged an oath to me….’NO ONE’ goes back on their word.” the spectre’s voice boomed out.

“But the.. ” shaky and trembling voice she managed to finish her sentence, “baby is mine, and I want to keep it.”

The booming voice went quiet, “Your baby has been pledged and it will be ours. Now do not summon me again, I will return in time to take the baby.” The floating figure faded into the air and the bright lights from the circle of stones died immediately. Mrs Marsh, sitting in the middle of the pentagram crying, head in hands we could hear the sobs. It was passing ten minutes when Mrs Marsh came to her senses and began clearing the stones and coloured powders, pulling the rug over the pentagram, covering it completely. As she walked about her home and continued with her daily chores.

“We must try and get out.” I whispered in Mr Wells ear. He looked at me and nodded. While Mrs Marsh was in her kitchen we stood and quietly walked over to the front door. Just as we were standing by the door and I was about to open it when it burst open and barged her husband. “Carol are you here, got some news.” he went through to the kitchen.

“Shall we wait to hear what he has to say?” I asked quietly.

Mr Wells shook his head and led the way through the open door. It was when we reached the large tree Mr Wells made us visible again.

“Well that was a good experiment, my invisibility machine working for that length of time.”

“Now you tell me!” I looked at him, “Man this is getting very worrying.”

“Come on lets get back to the machine, we can rest there and refresh ourselves. We might even be able to get a little sleep.” Mr Wells walked off in a purposeful stride.

We had something to eat and drink, Mr Wells was still fascinated with the bottles of water I brought with me, followed by getting a few hours sleep under the machines cloak of invisibility. Mr Wells thought it better if we stay out of sight, I agreed.

Later that day we sat in the machine, seeing no one, “It looks as though we are a few days early to horrid event. But I think I can see now how it was, mind you Mr Wells there is no way I would have imagined this. Our problem now is what shall we do for the next few days, who knows it might be more.”

“My thought is Mr Elliot, are we doing the right thing, do we help the daughter to meet her father, do we stop the event from happening, of course then there is, ,. how do we do that?” Mr Wells finished and it was my thought as well. I know we should not interfere or change anything, so I am also thinking should we try to stop the future event even happening, if we can.

“I see that we have a few days to decide on our actions, I suggest we stay he and do some observing, from a distance, and see if anything transpires. It will give us time to work out our next move if we are to have a next move.” I said. “Can we not use your machine to go forward a few days?” I finished.

“Sorry Mr Elliot it cannot go forward short periods of only a few days. We could however go back to my time and try another time setting, but again I cannot guarantee its accuracy. So my advice would be to see the days out here and decide on our actions.” Mr Wells was explaining, “Who knows sir, something might reveal itself.” Just as Mr Wells finished footsteps were heard and from the trees nearby Mr Marsh appeared.

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Friday May 30th 2014

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Time to be Invisible [pt 6]

Tuesday 27th May 2014.

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Pt 6.

The tree I recognised, it was the one across the road from my place, the one that the eagle uses as a roost. I could see my house, it was a little more rustic looking and much smaller. Just as the old woman had described, but definitely recognisable. Bang! another gunshot sound, closer this time, “Keep down until we know what it is.” I said to Mr Wells. “That house is mine from the past, so we have the right place, just need to verify the time.” I finished.

It was then we heard and saw a man emerge from the trees on the other side of the track to where we were hiding. He was carrying a rifle and two dead rabbits, he passed us and headed for the house.

“He must be Robert Marsh,” I said, “Any ideas as to how we find out anything without either of them finding out or seeing us?”

“Come, I have an idea.” Mr Wells walked off and headed back to his machine.

“Where is it, this is where we disembarked, is it not?” I asked.

He pulled out a small gadget from his pocket and pressed a switch and like magic his machine appeared, exactly where we left it.

“Wow, Mr Wells that is pretty smart and way ahead of its time.”

Mr Wells pulled a small unit from his machine and held it for me to see, “This should help us.”

“Oh! and how does that help?” I questioned.

“It is a spare unit I always carry, it gives a cloak of invisibility. The only problem is that for us both to be invisible at the same time we need to be touching each other at all times. Otherwise the one not carrying this unit with become visible. And… if this happens we can only both become invisible again if the unit is reset, which means we both become visible for a short while, and needless to say this could be very important especially if it happened at a wrong moment.”

“Then we shall have to be careful.” I said in reply still trying to absorb the possibilities.

Mr Wells looped his arm through mine and pressed the button on his gadget, I could not see anything different. Mr Wells then let go of me and I was standing on my own, Mr Wells was not in sight. A few seconds passed and he appeared, standing right next to me, “Well do you see how it works, you became visible while I stayed invisible.”

“Ok Mr Wells I am impressed, I think to start, we try and get into the house and work out our next move. I mean the time period we are in and the time we have, and to see the Marsh’s routines, which might help us get our result.”

For the next couple of hours we watched the house at a distance, firstly from the front behind the large tree and then from behind. We were just getting to know the area and monitoring movements and daily routines of the Marsh’s.

The first and second day we saw nothing out of the ordinary, Robert Marsh leaving to work the fields in the morning and Carol Marsh doing home chores, cleaning the house and washing clothes and cooking their meals.

“Well it seems nothing unusual, just a happy couple doing everyday things. I see our next move would have to be getting inside the house and see if it is as normal and happy as we see.” I said quietly to Mr Wells. We were now back at the site of the time machine, I was pulling out some food from one the packs.

Later that night we made our way to the house, all was dark, lit only by the summer moon. I tested the front door and to my surprise the door opened, creeping in I turned on my torch and swept its beam around the room. Mr Wells looked at me and the torch with a face of surprise.

“I’ll explain it later.” I whispered seeing he was curious.

We crept around the room and into a neighbouring room and looked through the open door of the bedroom. Both the Marsh’s we asleep. There was nothing unusual to be seen, “We should find a quiet spot and make ourselves invisible, daylight will soon be here.” I nodded in agreement. We found a small corner next to a cupboard and sat on the floor. Mr Wells took out his gadget and pressed the button and suddenly we were no longer visible. I think!

As the hours passed again we saw nothing that was of the unexpected until about midday. Mrs Marsh rolled the carpet back from the centre of the floor, revealing a pentagram. The next half hour she made preparations for something, placing small piles of coloured powders at each point, then placing clear crystals in a circle at the centre of the pentagram. She then lit a candle and sat in the middle of the diagram, cross legged and holding the candle upwards.

Humming an unrecognisable tune, and waving the candle, she then started singing words, nothing that I or Mr Wells understood. She sang and chanted these words for a long while. She stood up, making sure she stayed in the middle, turning slowly making sure the candle stayed alight. She was now entranced, her chanting became louder, her body started to convulse, shaking uncontrollably. After a few minutes the coloured powders exploded in an array of colours, then Mr Wells and myself was shaken and surprised at what happened next. We found it very difficult to stay quiet, and not to run, which I did. I wanted to be gone, I wanted to be out of the house, but Mr Wells squeezed my hand and made a gesture to be quiet and hold our spot. I held my position but I was shaking and very nervous, the sight we both could see was frightening.

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Hello Again Mr Wells.

Friday 16th May 2014.

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I managed to focus and gain my bearings, looked about, turning full circle and seeing my new surroundings. I was no longer in the park at home, the tree no longer next to me, instead I stood in what looks like a garden, some ones back yard. With a row of daffodils down one side and fruit bushes on the other, a mix of black currants and gooseberry. Up near the house was a cobbled patio with a set of iron chairs and an old wooden table, all in a poor state. Through the middle was a grass and earth path leading to a pair of metal framed double glass panelled doors.

“I’ve been expecting you for a long time, better late than never I suppose.” was the voice I heard.

“Mr Wells, good day to you. As you seem to see me coming and know why I am here then is it a waste of my time asking for your help?” I replied.

Smiling broadly Mr Wells guided me to the chairs and offered me a seat and proceeded to pour me a drink. “Return of a favour, I hope you like ice tea.”

“Of course, thank you. With a piece of lemon if you have some.”

“No other way to drink it,” he said smiling and handing me a glass. We sat and just chatted for a short while when eventually Mr Wells asked, “What year do you wish us to go to?”

The machine was a large chair, on a large runner, similar to a snow sledge, there were several dials on a dashboard and handles and levers. The back part had a large round disc, a silver mirrored disc.

“This is the machine I use and the one we shall use.” Mr Wells then started to describe all the operations of the machine. “This is the dial that tells us the years being travelled and these two give the day and month read out.” All the time pointing as he went.

“What about the one I used, why not use this one?” I asked holding the small machine in my open hand.

“That one is only powerful enough to transport one body. If you tried to take another, only one or part of would reach the journey end.”

“Point taken my good sir.” I said with a smile and walking around the large machine absorbing all the detail.

“We shall get some supplies and get ready to leave later. It is always better to leave later at night or early morning. So Mr Elliot if you are up to it we can leave tonight about midnight. This will give you time to get some rest and we can make a plan, unless of course you have one already.”

“My dear Mr Wells I have no idea what to do, or how to help the couple when we get there, or even if we should.” I said gesturing with waving hands. “You know changing history and all that stuff.”

“We’ll discuss it all later and then play it by ear when we get to their year in time. I shall show you to a room, and in the meantime I shall stock up the machine. This way!” Wells said walking off down a hall way.

I sat on the bed I crashed out almost immediately, head on pillow and sleep hit my body.

“Wakey, wakey! Mr Elliot time to get ready to go. I have prepared some food for us before we leave. – If you want to wash and refresh there is some water in the bowl.”

After having a bite to eat, we put our bags into the machine, “Okay then, shall we make a preliminary plan?”

“Seems like a good idea.” I said, “The year we need to go to is 1864, and the month June but I do not know the day.” I finished off.

“Mmm, so if we start at the first of June and see where we go from there. We can always move forward or backward. But we have to work out what to do when there, you know we cannot mess with history too much if at all.” Mr Wells was explaining, “Each little difference could escalate into other bigger things, and it is this we cannot risk.”

“But, are we not affecting history by being there?”

“Well yes that is true my friend, but by not actually altering events we will not affect the history. So please do not expect us to stop the events of the death or deaths. We need only to find out what happened and then work out how to help the daughter and father to meet.”

“It might mean going to my own time, but hopefully we shall see something.- Okay Mr Wells I believe I am ready to go if you are.” Mr Wells nodded and led the way to his machine.

“Put your belt on tight Mr Elliot, would not want to lose you on the way.” I did as asked and Mr Wells started the machine. The machine started to whir, and the large disc started to turn. I could hear Mr Wells shouting but could not make out his words. Gripping the side rails tight as the machine began to vibrate, the disc spinning faster. Speeding faster it looked as if it was not moving at all, but the noise was deafening at first but as the momentum and speed gathered and balanced out, all around became silent. The colours of our surroundings became mixed and racing past at such speed it hurt to look, but look I had to. My curious and inquisitive mind would not let me do otherwise. Once again all the colours mixed and morphed into one and became an opaque white. The racing colour made it look as if we were speeding forward but we were actually still, the only things moving was the large disc behind me and the dials and indicator needles.

Again Mr Wells shouted, this time I heard, “About to stop, hold tight because of the jolt.” As he finished there was a sudden jolt and all was quiet. The disc slowing and stopped as if brakes had been applied. There was a sudden noise of what sounded like gunfire nearby.

“Come we are here, lets get out of sight quickly.” Mr Wells spoke firmly as he released his belt and headed for the nearby tree.

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