VIRUS (TV Pilot)

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The classroom is filled with students chatting together; they sit casual chatting to each other as their registration teacher has not arrived. KATRINA sits at her desk near the back window of the classroom with some of her friends surrounding her, she is fifteen years old and noticeably wears her uniform strict to the dress code in comparison to her classmates. It’s a wash of noise of voices on top of each other so what is being said is unclear and insignificant chatter. MISS DAWN walks into the classroom and over to her desk.


                        MISS DAWN

          Alright settle down and take your seats.


The teenagers begrudgingly go to their seats for the register to be taken. KATRINA who is already at her own desk straightens her posture.


                        MISS DAWN

               Very good, I’ll start the register,

David Bracken.





                        MISS DAWN

                      Sarah Walker.






                        MISS DAWN



All of the pupils phones except Katrina’s (that is off) start to ring with text message alerts and they all take out there phones out their bags and pockets to read the message that they have received.



                        MISS DAWN

                   Come on, you know the rules.

                   Put your phones away.


All the pupils who read the message have become eerily still and expressionless, they all get up simultaneously and KATRINA at the back is spooked by the behaviour as much as MISS DAWN. With their eyes fixated on the phones in their hands they all begin to mechanically walk towards the classroom door to leave.


                        MISS DAWN

                    Get back to your seats!


Eerily they all turn their heads towards MISS DAWN before giving her eye contact, one of the boys start to walk back up to MISS DAWN while the others follow just behind. KATRINA stands up as if to speak as well but she is too afraid to speak a word, so stands frozen to the spot.


                        MISS DAWN

                   I will not ask again.


MISS DAWN is violently punched in the face by the boy. The punch is so forceful it knocks her to the ground. KATRINA lets out a gasp in shock as she watches her classmates gather round MISS DAWN as they all start to kick and punch her. They do not stop even when we see that MISS DAWN has stopped moving and keep violently attacking her. KATRINA witnessing the attack lets out a scream.









On the screen it states the location and time. Hundreds of teenagers ranging from around twelve to eighteen are storming the streets like a chaotic mob. Some are armed and they smash shop windows and attack people on the street. A WOMAN is dragged screaming away from her pram into an alleyway by around five teenage boys. People are running and screaming. Some who try to fight them off are outnumbered considerably. When the mob reaches a crossroad armed riot police are in wait.



              Stop this violence at one. If you 

do not comply we will be forced to 

take action against you!


The teenagers keep moving forward with weapons in hand. The POLICE MAN becomes nervous.


                        POLICE MAN

              I said to stop this at once!


A boy that looks to be barely twelve starts hitting one of the riot men with his bat. The OFFICER defends himself with the shield unsure of what else to do.


                        POLICE MAN

              What are you doing? Stop them!




              But sir- he’s a kid!


The two parties clash as the teenagers do not back down and overwhelm the officers closest.









There is a crisis meeting between sergeants and officers in the metropolitan police force including detective chief inspector DANTE. They all sit in seats in the hall until chief constable DARWIN appears on stage and the officers salute him.




              Thank you all for being here today.

              As you can see we have issued not 

              only a national state of emergency 

              but a global one. Children as young as

              twelve have been reported missing as 

              well as being connected to violent 

              attacks. This began at 0905am when they

              all received a text message that read:

              ‘infected’. These children have a newly

              found violent nature and causing global

              panic. When I send you out to neutralise

              the situation remember that they are 

              vulnerable and so do not aim to harm but

              to restrain. Also be sure that members 

              of the public do not make contact with

              them or they will be risking their 

              lives. Now, let’s try to get these kids

              back home.


He had finished his speech and so the men rose to their feet and exit the hall with a rush. DANTE stays in the hall using his phone. After a few rings it goes to voicemail. DARWIN has come down from the stage to approach DANTE



                   Damn it.



              Everything alright Dante?



              I don’t know Michael. Sarah,

              She isn’t answering her phone

              and neither is Claire.



              I’m sure your daughter and Claire

              are fine. How old is Sarah now?






              Well she is probably can’t

answer. Not every kid has

              turned violent. Many schools 

              have evacuated so don’t worry 

              too much.



              Yeah I know. I better get

              This mess sorted out.



                   That’s the spirit! 


Inspector ANNA walks up to the pair with a grim face. In her hands she carries an active iPad.



              Sirs, There is something you 

              Should both see regarding the

              kids involved.



              What is it Inspector Williams?


She turns the iPad’s screen towards the two men whose faces change to shock. DANTE takes the iPad out of ANNA’s hands to inspect closer.



                   What is this Anna?



                   It’s a public post on



The Facebook post on the screen is from a user named Rick Wilson who has posted a gruesome picture of a dead woman (notably the one with the pram earlier) with the caption ‘check out this whore’. The post has around 30K likes and the comments are being updated constantly. They pop up in this order on the screen:

Rita Jones


Martin Quinn

Stupid fuckin whore Lol

Steven Cairne

Better of raped her! Slut

Rick Wilson

Steven Cairne Damn right lol. She had fantastic tits btw

DANTE turns the iPad off unable to read anymore. He hands it back to ANNA and turns to DARWIN.



              Do you still believe that these

              kids are going to go home at the

              end of all this?



              I hope so, or I have no idea

              what we are going to do.








KATRINA walks through the street scared. She is looking for help but the street is barren. She knocks on a few doors shouting for help but no one comes to answer. She walks on the verge of tears. Around the corner she sees a girl with two boys around her eyes. She tries to call on them but a hand is placed over her mouth and she is dragged into an alleyway. She tries to fight NOAH off and he lets her go. She turns to him.



                   What are you doing?





NOAH has a finger to his lips asking KATRINA to be silent. NOAH is at seventeen years of age, his clothes look rough and dirty along with unwashed hair and a filthy face.      




                   You can’t let those guys 

                   Find you.




                   Why not?




                   Trust me okay?

                   Let’s go.


He starts to walk back to the opening of the alleyway and KATRINA begrudgingly follows him. NOAH looks to make sure that the group has left. He starts walking towards the school building in the distance.



                   Where are you going?



                   Well your school is

                   over there right?



                   But it’s empty now.

                   There is nothing in 

                   It now except for…







                   Shouldn’t we go

                   Look for help?



              You don’t have to come.


NOAH starts to walk to the school, KATRINA stands still wondering what she should do.



                   Don’t walk so fast!


KATRINA catches up with him and they walk together.








The entrance way into the school was abandoned except for the few bodies of dead pupils and staff members. KATRINA and NOAH avoided looking too closely at them while they walked.



              Can you take me to the 

P.E department?



Why would you want to

go there?





              I need a shower. Desperately.

               Don’t pretend you haven’t



KATRINA looks away from NOAH embarrassed by his honesty. She nods shyly to his request.



          Sure thing… I’m Katrina Roberts, 

What’s your name?



              It’s Noah. Just Noah.













KATRINA and NOAH walk towards to door of the boys changing rooms. NOAH attempts to walk in when he noticed KATRINA is waiting beside the door.



                 Aren’t you coming?



                   W-why would I? Your

                   going to shower!



                   We are safer together.

                  At least wait inside okay?



                   Um okay when you put

                   It that way I’ll make

                   an exception.


They get into the changing room where bags and clothes have been left abandoned by a class who would have been taking gym. NOAH starts to rummage through the bags.



                   What are you doing?


NOAH finds a t-shirt, hoodie and jeans that will fit him along with a towel.




                   Not like they will be

                   Coming back for them, 

                   I’ll be a sec.


NOAH walks into one of the shower cubicles and KATRINA sits on the wooden bench closest. NOAH can be heard turning on the shower. KATRINA jumps out her skin when she hears NOAH groan loudly.



              You have no idea how long 

It’s been since I had a hot




I could guess!






     Very funny! 


KATRINA starts to laugh as well before she becomes quiet again.



                   Why did you stop me earlier?



                   Do you know what happened to

                   your school?



                   Yes I was in class when they…



                   Everyone around our age is

                   like that. They started attacking

                   everyone that wasn’t them.



                   If that’s true what will

                    We do if they find us?



                   I’ll run out naked and 

scare them off!


They both start to laugh at the statement. NOAH switches off the shower. He starts to dry off and get changed. He walks out of the changing room dressed in the other clothes while he leaves the old ones in the shower. He walks across to KATRINA and sits beside her while he dried his hair with the towel.



                You don’t go to school?




                    Thought we had a silent

                   agreement that I was 

                   a bum?




                   I was just asking.



                   Nope. Now let’s go to your

                   canteen feels like I haven’t

                   eaten in days!




                   You haven’t eaten in-



                   It’s just an expression!





They both start to laugh again and the door of the changing room door opens. A TEEN boy enters with a blood soaked school uniform and bat. KATRINA and NOAH fall silent and rise to their feet.



              Thought doing the rounds would

              Be fun.



                   Katrina run!


KATRINA remained frozen to the spot while Noah ran up to the TEEN. TEEN swings his bat and hits NOAH in the head. NOAH falls to the ground. The teen approaches KATRINA while dropping his bat. He throws her to the ground and she starts to scream. He gets on top of her and uses his hands to keep her pinned to the floor. NOAH with blood running down his head from behind uses the bat to choke the TEEN until he passes out. NOAH throws the TEEN off of KATRINA.   



                   I-I though you were-


NOAH puts out a hand to help KATRINA up off the floor.



              I’ve been hit harder.











DANTE sits at his desk worried. He has his phone to his ear, it rings off and he sighs. There is a knock at his door and DARWIN walks in.



                   How you holding up?



                   I got a hold of some of the

                   staff that evacuated Sarah’s

                   school. Apparently she was off

`                  ill. Claire isn’t answering 

                   her phone at all so I have 

no idea what’s going on.



                   At least you know she is

                   safe. And you know how 

                   stubborn Claire is.




                   Yeah my ex-wife hasn’t

                   answered my calls in

                   in ten years.



                   Exactly DANTE. Go 

                   Home, get some sleep 

                   and when this is all 

                   over you can go visit.





              Night Michael.


DARWIN leaves the office and DANTE puts the phone back to his ear attempting to phone his ex-wife again. It starts to ring.




SCENE 8                   




Claire’s phone starts to vibrate and ring from DANTE’s call. Just across from the phone on the kitchen counter Claire lies glassy eyed on the floor with multiple stab wounds to her back. 



VIRUS (TV Pilot)

Back from the dead-It’s been a while


For those who still follow this blog, hey how are you?

You are just looking great! Have you lost weight?

And I’m sorry for just skydiving off the radar so suddenly.

See the truth is for the past few years I have been struggling with my social anxiety. Even though I created this blog when I was getting better, after leaving college I spiralled into it again. My college life though was still a struggle, it let me face my fears and put my writing out there. My book writing was on authonomy, my blog being filled with my very own stories and poetry.

Afterwards, I left my blog to rot and closed down my authonomy. I abandoned everything because of a mental bomb that I risked setting off with each push forward-especially when people I knew read my work. After a few months of an extreme state of anxiety I thought I had come back from (you know your having bad days when you can’t even go to the counter at McDonalds and ask for food), with the help of friends, family and a new mindset I am back.

My work may not suit everyone’s tastes but I am going to write it. People can read it, hate it and mock it but I am going to write it.

My work is dark and different, that’s how I like it.

I am still struggling, I know that.

But I’m not afraid anymore.

Back from the dead-It’s been a while

Sample on Authonomy for The Heir Series: The List

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The Clockwork Heart

Hey everyone! Here is a short horror story. I warn you that it is not for children, or the faint hearted. This is thanks for 50+ follows. Oh and if you have the time follow me on twitter at and like me on Facebook at

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The Clockwork Heart

It was a morning like any other in my opinion. I got up out of bed, got ready and went off to work. I was just a quiet, normal guy. I never bothered anyone and as a husband I was neither good nor bad. I did my share with my wife, taking care of our five year old daughter Sarah and we never argued or anything like that; we were a normal family. Now I work a plain old office job, it’s nothing special; just working with clients, numbers, text…etcetera. So like I said, it was a normal day. So I sat there at my desk just off the phone with a client, scribbling the contents of the long draining conversation. 12 o’clock would have been rolling in soon and I was thinking if I should go to the canteen for lunch, what I was doing after, what time to pick up my daughter. Things like that. Then I heard a scream from Cassie; the receptionist at the front desk. It was meant to be a normal day and this was never meant to happen.
The man who held the gun to Cassie’s head was rugged; I assumed he was definitely on some narcotics. He smelled foul, and as he grinned his blackening, decaying teeth were baring for us all to see. He shouted for us all to stand and put our hands in the air. Of course, we all complied. He then had us all line up for him and the maniac waved the gun around. Now at this moment my co-worker, David who was known to not be the brightest spark in the office, decided to utter the slightest noise in an attempt to form words.
Maybe David had wanted to speak up for himself or maybe attempt to calm our captor. Either way it didn’t matter. Even though it was David who had squeaked; it was me that he pulled the trigger at. I could feel the bullet start to tear into my chest and in a nanosecond, it was all over.
I jolted awake not knowing where I was. Was it all a dream? I questioned myself looking around at my surrounds. I was lying on a bare table top in what looked like an abandoned warehouse. The walls thin and rusted and it felt just empty and devoid of any life. However, when I turned my head all of a sudden there was a hunched man. He was shrunken with age and though I could not seem his face clearly under the hood he had long, worn fingers clasped together which showed his age.
“Finally you have decided to come from the other side.” He whispered with a rasp, screeching voice.
“Who are you?” I questioned and he replied again with a soft spoken answer.
“I am the one people call when they need more time in the living world. They call me the Clock Maker. Your heart was destroyed, but you were not ready to move on. So I fitted you with a new one.” Horrified at the revelation with disbelief I looked to my chest to see if I had been tampered with. To my horror the flesh had been cut open and spread revealing my insides. Where my heart was meant to be there was a grim looking piece of bloody machinery made up of clogs and bolts. Slowly I saw the pieces turn, grinding the connected valves slowly into it. I suddenly became aware of the excruciating pain that I was in.
“Why are you doing this?” I asked with a voice filled with pain and fear.
“Because you need time, you have five hours to do as you wish to let you rest in peace. However, as time goes on the machine in your chest will slowly tear you up from your valves to your arteries, organs and veins. Then when time is up you will go to your final resting place. I took in his words slowly, though it was hard to grasp my situation, I had no real choice but to go along. I got up from the table and looked to the Clock Maker.
“I’ll patch you up.” He hissed and I frowned.
“You better hurry, I don’t want to waste anymore time.”
I left the warehouse dressed to hide my gruesome stitching, with thoughts swirling around my head. Revenge: that was what I wanted. I knew I could not go after my killer; he was probably in custody, or even dead. No, I don’t even think my anger was even towards him. So I would take my frustrations on the one person that got me killed in the first place. David. If it wasn’t for him, I would still be alive.
Since I was never that close with David outside of work I had no idea where he lived. It would take too long to find out as well. I looked at the watch on my phone, it was 5.50, I had just under three and a half hours left and it would take around forty minutes to get to the office; David’s shift ends at eight so I had time to prepare myself. I was utterly consumed with anger and though I found it difficult to process that I wanted to kill a man, I realised that it may be because when you have nothing left to lose, morals slowly slip from memory. Law, justice, order, what was it all to me now? I was already dead inside. As the bus rolled into the city I left at a stop further away for an appropriate detour. I walked into the gun shop. I remembered when I signed the petition to try and shut the place down; anyone who knew me when I was alive would call me a hypocrite. I came out with a Glock; if he was going to die it would be with a bullet in his chest.
I checked the time on my watch: 7.10. I had time to take that twenty minute walk to work. As I walked I gripped my chest, digging my fingers into the thick wired stitching, on the edge of madness to not rip out the contraption that was killing me. Blood started to seep through my shirt so I wrapped my coat tighter round me. When the office was in sight it suddenly hit me that I couldn’t walk straight into it, I would be recognised right away. I walk to the back of the building and took out my keys for the back. I quietly open the door and it is unusually quiet from the back entrance. Nonetheless I made my way to the open plan office where everyone was working. There was no one. Not a soul was in the office and David’s desk was empty. How could this happen. I walked to the reception area and what I saw stunned me. Flowers were everywhere, covering the desk and floor around it. There were ten people’s pictures including mine on the top of the desk. Carrie, David and other of my co-workers had been killed just like me. I looked to one of the articles pinned on the front of the desk. I needed more answers. Apparently after killing me he went on a rampage before being gunned down by one of our security workers. All of a sudden I see the picture of Ruth, my wife and Sarah, they were morning. Then it hit me, I never said goodbye. I… wanted to see them again.
I looked to my watch: 8.10, I only had just over an hour left. It wasn’t enough time. I ran to the automatic doors at such a speed that I crashed through the glass. I ran out to the traffic and a car slammed down on the brakes to avoid hitting me. I ignored the angry driver, throwing him out the car and speeding off. I slammed on the accelerator. I needed more time I needed more time more time more time time time!

I could see the house on the horizon and looked to the cars inner clock, it was 9.19. I slammed on the brakes and the car started to roll. I clambered out onto my lawn. The pain was unbearable; I was hanging on by a thread crawling towards my front door. My vision started to blur, with tears or pain I don’t know. I stretched out my hand to the door. Pleading for them to open the door for me.
However it all went to black, for the last, time.

The Clockwork Heart

Just to say I am Alive!

Hey I have not updated in such a long time! So I think it’s time for some reflection and catch up! So firstly I would like to say that I have redrafted my book prologue and first chapter and updated my novel page if you want to check it out! So lately I have been working hard to college deadlines and you know the usual pondering about what am I doing with my life but, oh well I’m doing just fine. So I have still been writing my book ( and tempted to upload more chapters) and been doing not a whole lot more. So as much as I wanted to post all guns blazing in an epic Duke Nukem style with a full book written; thats how my imagination works, ironically not my mind. However I know that I am a trooper, going at my own pace. So I hope I have the patience to finish and I will keep you updated. Thanks for reading and say if you want to seemore chapters of my book The Heir Series: The List!

Just to say I am Alive!

Designing my own book cover




I admit, I am not the best artist. However, I find another brilliant creative outlet (especially if you dont have money like me) is designing and doing artwork. So when I take a break from writing my book I either write something else, or start making artwork inspired by my book. I find this a lot more stimulating than zoning out infront of a tv or sleeping, which is what I would of done a year ago. So I just thought I would share my cover of my book which has been designed by me. It may not be perfect but I think this will be a fun process especially if I self-publish. This is yet another way I find helps me delpth into the world I created. So if you want give me feedback on the cover though, I would rather like to learn how other writers delpth into their work other than writing. This has been a rather spontaneous post but I was really excited and I am enjoying networking and blogging. Remember that my prologue and first chapter of ‘The Heir Series: The List’ is up on this WordPress if you haven’t had a chance to check it out yet. Thanks for reading 🙂 (and if you feel like it, follow me on twitter! @H_EGordon).

Designing my own book cover

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Really good post from Shannon A Thompson to remind us all as writers to look after our work.

Shannon A Thompson

Three announcements before I talk about a REALLY important issue in the art industry that I recently – and very personally – experienced. Normally, this day is reserved for “Website Wonders.” But I have made an exception. You can expect February’s Website Wonders next time, but I hope you will read what I have to say today.
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