Goodbye Toronto by Z.T Everson

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Toronto:

The wind whipped through Martin’s hair as he stood 1,851ft off the ground on top of the CN tower. A man with dark skin and hair stood in front of him, gun in hand. This man was Yoman Jkaviski and right now about seven miles above, orbiting around the earth was celebrity Nigel Bafhom’s shuttle on it’s last flight. Martin saw Yoman pull a remote from his pocket, this remote triggered a 3 mega-ton explosion of TNT which had such force to throw the shuttle out of orbit and come crashing down on Toronto, annihilating the city.

“If you dare come any closer Martin I will press this button!” Yoman shouted against the wind “You do realise if you do that you will not only destroy Toronto and me but it will also kill yourself!” Martin shouted back. “I don’t care! I hate my life! I hate everyone and everything so goodbye Martin, goodbye cruel world!” And in that instant he let go. His finger twitched nervously against the button.

Martin heard an enormous explosion and thought He’s done it… he actually did it, what happens now? Do I die… He looked up and the shuttle which was more of a fireball now rushing down to earth. He just sat there thinking and waiting What will it look like? I’m sorry Toronto… there is nothing I can do… or is there? Suddenly he remembered his phone. “Where’s the number… where is it?! 436… Is that it?! No! 289193 c’mon c’mon c’mon! Yes!” He thought out loud. “Initiate plan 3!”

A slightly metallic voice murmured on the other side. “ETA of 5 minutes” But will 5 minutes be a minute to late?

The shuttle continued hurtling down to earth, getting faster by the second. Ahead in the distance was a glimmer of light, shining from the sunlight. “ETA of 3 minutes.” the voice rang out. Now Martin could hear the faint drumming of the chopper, its blades slicing through the air as if it was a hot knife through butter. Suddenly it was upon him, combined with the gale force winds and the immense down-draught of the chopper, it felt like Martin was in the middle of a hurricane. A new voice called down “We got the package! We’re sending it down! Catch!” Martin caught it and pummelled through the flimsy wood. Inside was the backup plan: A rocket launcher. He hauled it on to his shoulder, aimed and fired…

The rocket hit. The explosion threw Martin back smashing against the elevator block.

“Fireworks! Mummy, Daddy look, look!”A little boy said excitedly. Meanwhile Martin stood there smiling wryly as he flew across Toronto.

Martin was bored. He was bored of school. He wanted another mission. Just then his phone beeped “Get to 29th street now!”…

Robots are invading my blog!!! (An introduction to LEGO Mindstorms)

The robot we're making.

The robot we’re making.

Robots are invading my blog! Me and my brothers (Tom & Jo) are using LEGO Mindstorms – a bit pricey, but it’s worth it! (it was to make a robot which actually works!) I’m the teacher today and I get to teach my teacher!

We will be programming the robot and making it walk, talk, play music and knocking  LEGO brick walls down. Here is a video of the frame of the robot and some of the components in making:

The Sweet Bird of Truth (aka ‘Ghost Pilot’) Part II

The Sweet Bird of Truth - Part 2

PART ONE of ‘Sweet Bird of Truth’ can be found here: http://zachswordattacks.wordpress.com/2013/05/07/sweet-bird-of-truth-aka-ghost-pilot-by-zach-11-years-old/

INT. In De Havilland Head office — Moments Before Test flight 1 of De Havilland 108 swallow

RAY NORTON

Hmmmm, Mr Poy, what is this man’s name?

MR POY

Mark Chapman, sir.

RAY NORTON

Is he aware of what were doing… the full picture?

MR POY

Not entirely, sir.

RAY NORTON

Sure, lets keep it that way.
(Smiles smugly)

INT. IN JACK’S ROOM — Next Day

JACK

Shhhh, Keep your voice down!

DAISY

Sorry!

JACK

What was that?

DAISY

It was a ghost… that’s what.

JACK

Yeah, but what was it doing in the hangar?

DAISY

Ummmm, I don’t know… I think we should tell Dad.

JACK

Why?!

DAISY

Because we need an adult to see what we’ve been seeing…a witness

JACK

Not sure about that. I’ve read enough stories and seen enough films to know that children are never believed when they talk about weird things they’ve seen!

DAISY

Well, if that’s true we’ll have to make Dad see it himself!

JACK
Agreed. [pause] Why don’t we set up a video camera….get it to record the hangar overnight?

DAISY

Good idea.

INT. TO INSIDE HANGAR: — LATER

JACK

Please, say you remembered to charge it?!

DAISY

I’m not that dumb!

JACK
Sorry! [Whispers underneath breath] You are!

DAISY

I heard that![gently elbows Jack in ribs]

Jack reaches up and puts camera in place.

DAISY

Good. We’ll leave it there.

ACT 5

FULL SHOT Mushroom cloud of smoke rising above tree-tops O.S sound of emergency vehicles coming closer
CUT to shot of emergency vehicles tearing down runway heading towards trees

FIREMAN 1

Where is he?!

(Starts ripping off debris)

FIREMAN 2

I’ve found him but he doesn’t look pretty.

Medic

Quick get him out!

A stretcher is placed next to Mark and he is put in ambulance

INT. Ambulance, Mark and medic, Mark barely alive — MOMENTS LATER

MARK

[mumbling] You… come here… the plane… it… the damned controls…. weren’t operating… (pauses) those children…

MEDIC

Sorry sir?

MARK

Children… in the cockpit… (silence)

MEDIC

Sir? …

TO BE CONTINUED…

Sweet Bird of Truth (aka ‘Ghost Pilot) by Zach (11 years old)

The first draft of the opening to my very first film script:

Sweet Bird of Truth

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FADE IN: camera tracks across airfield, planes strewn across runway, no signs of life except for the faint glowing in one hangar.

FULL TO INSIDE HANGAR: — EVENING

cockpit opens mysteriously,

sound of jet engine starting but no visible sign of movement in aircraft

BACK TO SCENE

Hear controls of aircraft being activated, muffled sounds of pilot in distress frantically trying to communicate with ground control – conversation mixed with dramatic music, sound of aircraft in free fall dive – pilot becomes more frantic, sound of explosion, music increases in dramatic quality, sound of radio static, fades out…

ACT 1

Cut to FULL SHOT Inside military compound, meeting room — DAY

60 years before, post war era, Mark Chapman enters in full pilot uniform of era. 4 other people waiting at table in front of map. Mark sits down, joining the meeting.

Mark

Morning chaps, looks a good day ahead.

John

Yes sir, the planes are ready and we have perfect flying conditions

Steve

John, it’s probably best if we update Mark on the incident that took place last night.

MARK

What incident?! What happened?

JOHN:

Bizarre stuff really. We got a call from a local farmer who said that he’d seen one of our planes overhead. He went on to say that it appeared in trouble and took a dive for the field. He rushed over to take a look but there was nothing …no debris, nothing. He was calling in to make sure he wasn’t seeing things. But, of course

(chuckles)

 he was!

MARK

Yeah, lonely farmer on the bottle I should reckon!

On runway ready for takeoff — MOMENTS LATER

De Havilland dh-108 Swallow – experimental swept wind jet aircraft. Mark flicking switches and chatting to ground control

Ground Control

OK, Lieutenant Chapman, you are cleared for take-off.

MARK

Right-o! Engines engaged, will take the left runway today.

JOHN:

Be careful, Mark, even though they’ve tested it there could still be some glitches.

MARK

Gremlins? As I always say, give me an engine and a pair of wings as a starter …the rest leave up to me!

STEVE:

Good luck!

Act 2

Present day, children returning from school. Daisy and her brother Jack are sitting in back seat of father’s car. Daniel (father) is humming along to radio — AFTERNOON

DANIEL

How was school?

JACK

Boring, boring, boring! Ken bullied me again, I got a F in my maths test and Teacher read us a ghost story which wasn’t even scary!

DANIEL

Oh.

JACK

Tell you what was scary…those noises coming from the hangar last night!

DAISY

Noises? What noises? I think you stay up too late!

JACK

Not true!

DAISY

And you watch horror movies… Dad (In high-pitched, sarcastic tone) Jack watches horror movies late and night, he sneaks down!

(Jack leans over and pinches Daisy, Daisy squeals)

DANIEL

All right you two, pack it in otherwise I’ll perform the best trick of the year and make our cable subscription disappear!

DAISY

Sorry…(fading out it mock annoyance with herself)

JACK

OK, but I did actually see something. There was a light coming from the hangar. At first I thought it was dad checking something out but it couldn’t have been. Dad?

DANIEL

Nope, I wasn’t in the hangar.

JACK

Then who was?

DAISY

Well it wasn’t you, and it wasn’t dad, so that leaves just the ghost of course… (She smiles, smugly)

JACK

You are really annoying you know!

silence ensues for half a minute, children gaze out of window, the car is approaching home

DAISY

What are we doing for mum’s birthday tomorrow?

DANIEL

I thought we’d go to the church and lay some flowers before school. You ok with that Jack?

JACK

Yes, I’d like that. Just wish she was here with us. (Jack looks solemn, turns to the window and brushes away a tear)

Act 3

FULL SHOT MARK ON WAY BACK FROM TEST MISSION FLYING OVER FARMLAND — EVENING

GROUND CONTROL

Looking clear Mark. How was the beast?

MARK

Great, flies like a bird.

Looks right and notices button flashing on panel. Looks through window, sees right engine on fire.

Hold on we’ve got a problem… right engine’s not looking to happy

GROUND CONTROL

Please expand Mark…

MARK

Engine’s on fire. Going to have to cut power on right wing

reaches over to panel and punches buttons

…at least it’ll give us some more info on the bird (chuckles)

Camera cuts between scenes of cockpit interior to flame on wing, Mark continues to punch the panel and pulls on steering to lift the plane which now appears to be dipping

GROUND CONTROL

Hang on in there Mark we are los…

(Static)

MARK

(Talking to himself)

Ok, be like that….well it’s just me and you birdy (taps steering column) let’s see how you do as a glider then…

Camera pans across cockpit and zooms on left engine powering down

Cuts back to cockpit. After several seconds, plane begins to dip, eventually ending in downward spiral.

MARK

Hey birdy, you looked promising back there ….(breathing gets heavier) …but not so …so promising now …think we’re off to fly some other land ….letting me down like this ….reckon it’s time to say….

Plane nose dives into field, explosion, cloud of smoke and flame, then  silence….

Act 4

INT. In Jack’s room, Conversation starts between Jack and daniel. — EVENING

JACK

I wish mum hadn’t died

DANIEL

Me too Jack, me too. Night Jack.

JACK

Night, Dad

Daniel leaves room and shuts door. Jack rushes to window looking out and sees light again. Runs to Dasiy’s door and goes in.

DAISY

Uhhhhh, what is it!

JACK

Quick, in my room!

DAISY

No, I’m, asleep.

JACK

Please!

DAISY

Ok, I’m coming

(Sounding annoyed)

JACK

Look! In the hangar.

DAISY

That light… what is it?

JACK

There’s only one way to find out…

Cuts to children sloppily dressed in nightclothes traipsing across field with a torch. As they approach hangar, light extinguishes, replaced by motor sound and clank of something shutting

DAISY

Something’s definitely in there…

JACK

Yeah, and it’s not dad.

(pace slows down as children become anxious)

Jack pulls slide door of hangar and they walk inside, shining torch around. nervously, they explore around the

plane. Camera pans over plane, cuts to Cessna 172 badge and motif/moniker below: ‘Sweet Bird of Truth’…o.s. sound of cockpit motor

DAISY

(alarmed whispering)

Jack, what was that? ….Jack,Jack…

JACK

Shhh….over there….(pointing)

Camera pans and zooms through grey-lit hangar to the plane cockpit which is opening…

DAISY
It’s opening on its own!
JACK
I know, I do have eyes!!
DAISY
Well, why’s it doing that?
JACK
Because…Ermm.. there’s… some sort of problem on board… a malfunction maybe?

DAISY
Hmmmmm….
Clinking of metal steps as if someone’s descending the short ladder to the cockpit. Children stare in wide-eyed consternation. They carry on listening and hear the sound of someone walking away from them. In the distance a box moves as if something has stumbled into it.

DAISY
Lets go!
JACK
Where?
DAISY
Well, follow it of course!
JACK
And what do you think we’d be following?
DAISY
I don’t know… a ghost?
JACK
Well whatever it is we better find out what it’s up to.
Jack and Daisy walk tentatively to the far side of the hangar and begin to walk around the crates and boxes gathered here. For a while no signs of movement can be detected. Then, suddenly, they hear music, slightly out of tune, as if an old radio has been switched on
DAISY
What? Where’s that coming from?

The children move closer and become aware of a strange smell in the air.
JACK
That’s smoke, cigarette smoke.

DAISY
This is getting weirder by the second.

Suddenly, the music stops. They hear the sound of someone getting up. The smell has gone. Now silence fills the hangar…

INT. In De Havilland Head office — Moments Before Test flight 1 of De Havilland 108 swallow

RAY NORTON

Hmmmm, Mr Poy, what is this man’s name?

MR POY

Mark Chapman, sir.

RAY NORTON

Is he aware of what were doing… the full picture?

MR POY

Not entirely, sir.

RAY NORTON

Sure, lets keep it that way.
(Smiles smugly)

INT. IN JACK’S ROOM — Next Day

JACK

Shhhh, Keep your voice down!

DAISY

Sorry!

JACK

What was that?

DAISY

It was a ghost… that’s what.

JACK

Yeah, but what was it doing in the hangar?

DAISY

Ummmm, I don’t know… I think we should tell Dad.

JACK

Why?!

DAISY

Because we need an adult to see what we’ve been seeing…a witness

JACK

Not sure about that. I’ve read enough stories and seen enough films to know that children are never believed when they talk about weird things they’ve seen!

DAISY

Well, if that’s true we’ll have to make Dad see it himself!

JACK
Agreed. [pause] Why don’t we set up a video camera….get it to record the hangar overnight?

DAISY

Good idea.

INT. TO INSIDE HANGAR: — LATER

JACK

Please, say you remembered to charge it?!

DAISY

I’m not that dumb!

JACK
Sorry! [Whispers underneath breath] You are!

DAISY

I heard that![gently elbows Jack in ribs]

Jack reaches up and puts camera in place.

DAISY

Good. We’ll leave it there.

ACT 5

FULL SHOT Mushroom cloud of smoke rising above tree-tops O.S sound of emergency vehicles coming closer
CUT to shot of emergency vehicles tearing down runway heading towards trees

FIREMAN 1

Where is he?!

(Starts ripping off debris)

FIREMAN 2

I’ve found him but he doesn’t look pretty.

Medic

Quick get him out!

A stretcher is placed next to Mark and he is put in ambulance

INT. Ambulance, Mark and medic, Mark barely alive — MOMENTS LATER

MARK

[mumbling] You… come here… the plane… it… the damned controls…. weren’t operating… (pauses) those children…

MEDIC

Sorry sir?

MARK

Children… in the cockpit… (silence)

MEDIC

Sir? …

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Out Of The Darkness Of Space

This is my first book: Out of the darkness of space

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Out Of The Darkness Of Space

Out of the darkness of space came a swirling mass of light scattering flares from within.

Tens of almond-shaped pods erupted from a horseshoe nucleus, scattering left and right, but then realigning dramatically, beginning to move in synchrony, finally scattering in all directions; apart from the one that appeared to be headed on a course directly towards me.

I woke up the next morning to a thunderous sound. I sat up and ran to the window. It was one of the pods I had seen the night before!

It had landed on the edge of Hyde Park, opposite me.

My house was still vibrating from the impact. From the window, I surveyed the scene. I ran downstairs with nervous excitement and ventured out to where the pod lay.

The creature emerged in dreadful silence; its eyes examining the new world, its melanic black pupils staring menacingly. It was then the fearsome beast crept towards me, its mouth gaping with evil intention, uncovering a ghastly pair of fangs. I could feel its foetid breath on my neck; it made me feel nauseous. I sensed a dull thumping noise and I realised it was the beating of my own heart.

What immediately struck me was the creature’s form: twin bodies joined at the neck extending into a fearsome head.

I turned to see my neighbour standing beside me, staring in quiet alarm. Observing a creature about to attack, he pushed me out of the way with lightning speed. In doing so, he scraped his arm against one of its fangs. The venom took immediate effect; he crashed to the ground and began convulsing, foam frothing from his mouth.

To my horror, fangs ruptured from his gums pushing away his teeth; his body divided and his neck extended grotesquely to the length of my forearm.

In the distance, I saw hundreds of life forms slithering out of the fractured pod.

Were these creatures from another planet or had they slipped through from a parallel universe? Was that light I had seen the night before a portal to another dimension?

I scrambled away and took shelter under a fallen sheet of metal; there, I chanced upon a friend of my father, a scientist. He informed me that he needed DNA from one of the invaders to determine its genetic structure. We both searched for a dead specimen (shot by the military) and spotting one, I whispered to him “Over there!”

After loading the lifeless creature into the back of a battered van, we sped through the back streets of the city dodging attacks from the rapidly expanding alien force.

Bursting through the gates of an abandoned hospital, we screeched to a halt and immediately went in search of a laboratory. My companion needed all of the right equipment to perform the extraction.

But the moment we had completed the test, the doors exploded inwards. ”Oh God, this DNA… it’s human!” uttered the scientist, just us the shadow of an alien loomed over his shoulder.

I’ve now finished my book. Please leave comments!