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)

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!

The Heir Series: The List Chapter 1

Well here is the first chapter for the first book of my The Heir series called the list. Just to warn you that you should read the prologue that I uploaded first which you can either find in my feed or on my Novel Work page on my blog. Thanks for reading 🙂


Chapter 1


Bruce Anderson sat at the end of the table in the conference room. Outside was a night sky being stained by the early morning light; it was around six am. He had waited for about an hour; he was nervous and stressed. The thought of having to brief yet another batch of agents made his stomach churn, he didn’t have time to keep doing this; even if the numbers were desperately low on the case. He was a young, black man in his early thirties but from taking such huge responsibilities in his career, he seems to have aged. His hair was dark but riddled with grey wiry hairs but as far as he was concerned there were bigger matters at hand than keeping up appearances. His face was pale with sunken eyes, either from lack of sleep or illness, or both. Even his disarray of clothes on his shrunken body reflected his state – with his slept-in suit and forgotten tie.


So, Anderson sat tapping his foot at an almost erratic pace until he saw the twitch of the door handle. He squinted his eyes with the flooding light from the door; he didn’t realise how dark the room was before. Through the door came the familiar faces of his task force, behind them he recognised the new agents. They were all so young; he didn’t like how this case was undoubtedly going to change that. He stood up from his seat as his new task force settled. He kept his face solemn; he wasn’t going to baby them even if they were first timers. All the new agents looked at him with a sort of anticipation that he had become familiar with. It was expected, it was the biggest case of any of their careers. Agent Thomson, who had been on the task force for the past year, looks to him.

“Anderson, that’s everyone.”

Anderson took a final glance at his new team; well, at least it was a bigger turn out than a month ago.

“Start the presentation,” Anderson said and with a flicker a three-dimensional holographic image projected from a small machine in the middle of the desk, presenting their organisation’s logo. Anderson got ready to regurgitate all the information yet again.


“We are the Majesty’s Agents of the United Kingdom, our organisation was formed to protect everything this country has built and reformed in the last thirty years with the New World.” On the projection appeared a list of names with a sort of serial code next to each one. “The List of Heirs jeopardises not only our country, but all of the New World and the Surface.”  He looked purposefully towards the new agents, making sure to look all of them at least once in the eyes. “This list, which consisted of ten thousand peoples names and their chip serial numbers, was shown on televisions, computers, phones, any device that could have been hacked into from satellite. It was taken down quickly, but we unfortunately live in an era where things never really disappear. The frenzy on the Internet kept the list viewable. An online hacker now widely known in cyberspace as ‘The Order’ presented himself as the list’s maker an hour later, stating to the entire world that this was a list of potential people who were going to rule a new era. The last person on the list would become King.”

The hologram presentation changed to a vivid red world map with sections darkened. Anderson continued. “Naturally, we didn’t think anyone would take such a claim seriously, that it would blow over quickly. However, the very next day the list reappeared and it had been cut down to just under five thousand people. New China, as you know, recently and publically executed almost all the Heirs they could get their hands on and there was slaughter everywhere. Grown men to infants were brutally murdered over twenty four hours.” Anderson scrunched up his knuckles. “Today, two years later, there are only six hundred Heirs. Most of them live within government protection while the others are refusing government help. As the Majesty’s Agents of the United Kingdom we have to not only protect the innocents left on that list and effectively manage the situation, we have to locate and arrest the Order to bring an end to this.” The hologram changed again and nineteen pictures of people appeared; the range from full grown men to young boys and, unusually, there is a young girl with the name Marie Evan’s floating above her picture. “Unfortunately we can only look after the Heirs in our own country, and currently we have twenty. Fifteen of them are under our body’s protection; the other five are independent at this moment.”

“As you know I myself am an Heir, who is currently the leader of this case and will continue to be for the foreseeable future,” Anderson sighed. He already felt the judgemental gazes from some of the new arrivals and they were either beginning to fear for him, or grow wary. He didn’t need to explain himself though, he would prove to them in time he was no power hungry maniac. “The other independents I will explain in detail,” he continued. The hologram closed in on a picture of a young man with blonde hair cut in a modern and stylish fashion. He had dark green eyes and a face that belonged on a lady killer.

“Firstly, we have Logan Martin. He is twenty-four years old and is the public figure of the trading company M.M.Global, his father Marcus Martin is the founder and CEO. As an Heir, he is a beacon of light to the city by condoning his Heir title and giving aid to others in his situation.” he clicked the button again; this time what appeared on the hologram was what looked like a mug shot. The man though young had hard, old dark eyes. With a shaved head and a disturbing grin for the camera, he oozed lethality.

“Twenty-eight year old Simon Miller, a famous serial killer.  Ex-military, he infamously murdered around eighteen children. He abused his position in the army to capture civilian children and torture them at his base. Despite being chipped, because of his previous training he evaded American authorities for three months before he was arrested. He is accountable for the death of 5 men, 15 women and 98 children.” Anderson had to breathe; he always choked up at the same part every time. He was sick of doing this.

“He wished to be tried in New London due to originally being a citizen of the Surface of The United Kingdom during. It was granted and he was lost in transit. Very soon after his escape we suspect that he attempted to cut or pull out his chip. Though his attempt failed as pulling out a chip mean certain death; he damaged his chip enough so that his tracker would lag for several hours. It has made it impossible to track his location. However, he’s likely to be within the perimeter of the Surface of the United Kingdom. He had been missing for four years before he was seen a year and a half ago. He had slaughtered a family home on the Surface. Making his position clear, he murdered a mother and father with their eighteen year old son, Aaron, who was an Heir. Though he does not have the resources, he makes it up with killing instincts and so is a high priority to track down.”

Again, Anderson changed the slideshow. This time on the screen was a young, smiling teenage girl and in her arms was a little baby that looked to have only been birthed a short time ago.

“Arthur Evans; he was born only a few days before the list was released. It is important to note that because he was taken from the hospital before a chip was implanted the serial number on the list belongs to his now 18 year old mother, Marie Evans. In the night, Marie and her father, David Evans, fled the hospital. David Evans is considered a war hero for his part in World War III thirty two years ago; he probably realised they were sitting ducks. However, instead of going to the authorities he used his high up position in the New World military to get his hands on a Shadow Box, a newly developed military weapon to cloak the location of an individual’s microchip; he uses this to hide his daughter’s location. To this day is hiding out in the Surface. Despite this being illegal, we recognise it is what he felt was necessary to protect his daughter and grandson. We are tracking them down to ensure their safety.”

Anderson clicked the button once more.  This time on the screen was a school photo of a young boy. His hair was pitch black that just passed his ears in a messy style. His piercing blue eyes and serious expression gave him an air of disturbing maturity. However, his rounded youthful face still gave him his childish appearance.

“Finally, we have ten year-old Cain Hunter. At the time the list was released he was eight years old. When he went missing, we feared the worst. However, his name was not removed from the list and he resurfaced around a year ago by enrolling at Royal Garden, New London’s most prestigious private school, which is attended by many children of the rich and famous in New London. H is using some sort of device to duplicate his location in several different places around the world; we suspect it to be a scrambler, but we have deemed it necessary since he refuses police safety. We suspect he has a hideout on the Surface and somehow has access to travel to New London. He is an individual who has shown much resourcefulness and criminal connections in such a short amount of time. We do suspect that he has somehow been groomed by a larger power because of his position. We cannot forget that he is a child and he is in a very vulnerable and dangerous situation. We aim to urge him into our protection.” Suddenly the hologram closed and the room was dark again.

“Any questions?” Despite Anderson’s offer, the room was silent and everyone apart from a few looked to the floor. Anderson held in a sigh.

“This is the biggest crisis we have ever handled since the creation of this department. Your lives will be at risk, maybe even your families. I suggest you think over your decision to take on this case. If you need to hand in a resignation letter you can give it to me. You can leave.” The blinds rolled up, letting the early rays pool in. Anderson squinted his eyes with pain, he was relieved that the room is now filled with light. The agents made a steady stream out the door, however one started walking over to Anderson. He was a young man who was freshly recruited and walked with a bounce in his step. Anderson didn’t like it one bit.

He walked over cautiously to Anderson who looked him in the eye; he almost physically jumped out his skin from his stare. However, he smiled at Anderson. They awkwardly stood across from each other.

“Well you get the record for fastest to hand in your resignation.” Anderson muffled.

“No I am not here to hand in my resignation.”

“Seriously, why on earth do we hire people like you? You look like one of those smarmy little brats who think this is a game for your career ladder.” Anderson’s voice was filled with resentment; he was filled with contempt at the ignorance of this newbie.

“I’m Agent Thomas Smith and-”

“Seriously, resign. We don’t need you.”

“I’m your new partner, agent Anderson.”

The Heir Series: The List Chapter 1

The Heir Series: The List Prologue

It has come to my attention that I have not posted a single thing in a very, very long time. This I apologise for profusely but I think most of you will understand, life gets in the way all the time. Right now I am really focusing on writing my novel which I am super excited to present the prologue to you right now :D. Also my activity on here I hope will liven up considerably since you will be with me all the way from researching to my writing progress. I really hope you enjoy and want to read more.

So here is the prologue for The Heir Series: The List.



Dina Turner stood shocked at the scene happening right in front of her eyes, of men and children bound together in chains. They were forced down on their knees with blindfolds disorientating them; they didn’t know that their murders would take place only a few yards away. Chinese officials surround them like sharks circling their prey, each armed with a rifle ready to kill anyone on sight who resists, whether they be prisoner or otherwise. Dina and her camera man Howard were behind the force-field that stopped the protesters from getting to the mass. For Dina the most ominous sight of the whole scene was the giant hole to the Surface, only a few yards away from the innocent captives.

Dina had remembered the reports she was given before coming over for the coverage, that there were meant to be three hundred Chinese infants joining the mass of prisoners here. However, the Chinese government stated that they were ‘humanely’ disposed of a few days before. It was the first time that she saw with her own eyes the colossal chaos and injustice that the list had caused since its appearance almost two years ago. She cried, looking at all those pictures, imagining all those who were gone and the ones that would continue to be hunted. It seemed a world away on the internet and TV, it felt like a dream. She knew she was risking her life being there as the situation was unpredictable, but it was her job as a reporter.

“Yo, you ready Dina?” said Howard who looked at her.

“Are you, Howard?” she said as she looked back to him.


“Well that makes two of us.” She sighed heavily looking again to the pit.

“How far do you reckon that big hole goes down?” Howard said, as he fiddled with his camera. “All the way down to the Surface,” Dina’s voice quivered just thinking about the drop.

“There is no way any of them are going to survive that-sorry. I guess that’s the point but Jesus Christ some of them are just kids!”

“I know and time is running out for them. In ten minutes we have to go online, no matter what the outcome is. Hopefully, they will change their minds.”

“Yeah if not, the whole world’s gonna go even deeper into this crazy shit,” Howard said, while he scratched his head with frustration. Dina started with fiddling with her earpiece, making sure she was ready. All of a sudden her wristband started bleeping.

“My Holo is going crazy; New China’s response must be online. Sophie, feed up-date please.” All of a sudden a thin laser beamed only a few inches out from her bracelet. It formed into what looked to be hundreds of individual squares with text constantly being piled on top of one another. She brought the hologram to her face as she skimmed the rush of messages.

“Shit. Get us online now!  Both the internet and TV, issue it as breaking news!” Dina shouted. Flustered at her sudden request Howard brought his camera up to his face.

“Honey, activate with live feeds to both NWN studios and NWN online.” The camera came to life, the screen facing Howard counting down from ten.

“Get ready Dina, we are online in five, four, three, two, one…” Dina used the last few seconds to mentally prepare herself to watch the events that were about to unfold. There was nothing anyone could do anymore.

“This is New World News Reporter Dina Turner. I am reporting from inside New China’s globe at its infamous ‘The Fall’, a hole that has a sixty thousand foot drop to the old Surface of China. I am afraid I have to report dire news to my viewers. New China has rejected the New World Government’s appeal to release the innocent citizens both from the Surface and the New World.” Suddenly, the sound of trumpets bashing out a vibrant tune suddenly burst into the air. Dina knew exactly what it meant.

“It seems that the President of New China is making a speech,” she signalled for Howard to focus on the building in the distance. Howard zoomed onto the balcony. Microphones and cameras had been set up. A tall, broad Asian man in his late fifties stepped out onto the balcony. He stood tall, his shadow loomed over the mass of captives, who were starting to panic and look around frantically from the sudden noises. He raised his hand and the trumpets ceased playing instantly. He then lowered his hand and leaned into one of the microphones. Dina could feel the cold sweat that formed in beads on the back of her neck.

“To the citizens of the New World and the Surface; these people stand for treason against the laws and values of New China. This is because they were listed as Heirs on the document that had been published by the hacker ‘the Order’ just less than two years ago. These ‘kings’ of a supposed new age have no place on this earth. New China will not tolerate any threat to our reformed society.” He stood back up, away from the microphone. His gaze cast down over the Heirs, Dina’s skin prickled from the lack of emotion, not even a slither of remorse showed on his face. He put a hand on his head, smoothing his hair back, exhaling and taking his time. For a minute Dina thought there was a glimmer of hope for them to be freed.

“Send them down the Fall!” his voice boomed across the space, Dina imagined that it echoed all the way down to the Surface.

There was only a second of silence before the roar of almost every angry spectator filled the air. Mothers and fathers, husbands and wives, children, lovers and friends, all retaliated against the decision. However, the barrier proved too difficult to break through, most just kept pushing, pounding and kicking the barrier hoping for it to come down. Despite the protests, the president went back into the safety of the building while the armed men formed a line and started walking forward; the captives were forced to move back. Dina saw a young couple; both were trying to get through the barrier. The man was beating his fists bloody, the young lady sobbing while banging on the barrier. They shouted in Chinese so Dina wasn’t sure what they were saying, but she was sure that their son was among the captive Heirs.

The soldiers kept pressing on and the prisoners at the front suddenly felt the edge of the hole and tried to turn back. However, it was too late and the sheer number of people walking pushed them over and with screams of terror they began to fall down. Realising the danger some even started to fight back blindly at their captors, however the soldiers just kept pressing forward, the chains that bound them all made sure none of them ran, all of them started to be dragged in like in the pull of a black hole. Some clung on for life on the edges of the hole, before being dragged down by the other bodies. However, even then some still clung on to the edge with the adrenaline fuelling them. The soldiers with the top of their guns started bashing their fingers and with howls of pain they too plummeted to their deaths.

Dina swore that the air was somehow darker, thicker, making it difficult for her to breathe. The protestors were quiet, only the soft sounds of sorrow could be heard from the broken people left behind. She turned away from the scene, aware that the camera was still running and Howard had got everything. He focused back on Dina to finish before she broke down on camera. Dina took a shaky breath before she spoke again.

“Due to this course of action New China has taken, there are now only 600 Heirs left in both the New World and the Surface. How many more lives will go because of superstition and conspiracy of hostile governments; and how long will the Heirs themselves battle it out to crown a king? Only time will tell.”

The Heir Series: The List Prologue

Poetry Collection

Well I realised it had been a while since I uploaded anything on this blog. Well I wrote a few poems back in October and decide now would be a good time to share them. I have to warn that some have MATURE CONTENT and its safe to say I was in full swing of the Halloween spirit. Enjoy 😉 :

 The Cleaner’s Ad

Twenty-four hours and seven days a week,

I am a phone call away,

To get rid of your unwanted meat.

My equipment is top notch, and I assure

It will be carved to perfection to fit in the bags.

Disposed effectively, however way you please.

My confidential services,

Are of course discreetly praised.

Amongst all of my clients and

Charge varies on weight and, body count.

Don’t be shy,

I’ll take care of everything.


You are most beautiful,

And now your body is cold,

Finally eyes are black, dull,

Shrivelled with decay weeks old.

I touch with baited breath,

Fingering the slimy skin,

Lips tainted with death,

How I do love lifes fin.

Together in the night,

I can make love to you,

barely out of God’s sight,

indulging in taboo.

They say death do us part,

But thats when the fun starts.

The Attic

I come here now.

To find you,

maybe even myself.

The attic as you know,

Is the most godforsaken room,

In my entire home.

Ouija boards, curses and spirit games,

Fill this empty space,

Childhood terrors in this place.

Yet I reminisce and revel,

those memories sweet and bright,

to explore a world out of sight.

So even with the tug of hair.

Scratch of skin from those near,

I will still continue to come here.

So I do love the attic,

but I think I will be afraid,

of the dark, forever.



We have come to terms with it.

There was no escape from this fate,

of hunger.

We had grown fond of each other,

in our short time together.

Three days we have been stuck down here.

Our tongues had swelled and

it was hard to breathe,

ribs piercing through paper skin.

The suggestion spoken by him killed,

the humanity that was left in us

but we both agreed to it.

With the flip of change,

one would be given an end,

while the other would get relief.

When it came up heads,

it might have been a blessing or a curse,

whatever it was it gave me bitter hope.

With the last of my strength,

I got a rock as black as death,

like a reaper I brought it on his head.

With his face nothing but mush,

though tears streamed down my face.

He was food now.

The flesh torn from his bones,

was raw and bloody.

The chunks slipped down like butter.

I choke and gag,

quenching my thirst.

filling a hole.

I realised when I was sick and full,

that no longer was I living,

being completely filled with a dead man.

Poetry Collection

The Luckiest Man Alive- Short Story

Seven days in NaNoWriMo and in full swing of the raging battle with my sanity. Hahaha don’t worry I’m fine I swear just wait till later in the month when I could be deemed a lost cause. Well though working hard I thought I would upload a short story to keep myself sane. WARNING: This story contains scenes of violence and strong language that can be considered offensive and deals with heavy subject matter. Please enjoy and feel free to comment about your thoughts:

The Luckiest Man Alive

Finally I had made it to the final flight of stairs. It had been a treacherous journey from the car to the flat with heavy bags of shopping weighing me down. The final steps to salvation were hard but nonetheless I make it to the door. I battle to get the keys in the lock, I sigh with relief when I hear the lock click. I make sure not to drop the bags on the way in; I rush towards the kitchen doorway.  “Hey Dave I’m home come get something to eat-” My roommate had an arm round the new toaster, trying to pry the element with a fork. The bags fall to the floor crashing and spluttering everywhere as I rush towards him. I knock the wind out of him, he probably wasn’t expecting a full body tackle. We went down in a heap while the toaster flies in the air before imploding on the floor. “What the hell Robert?”

“Don’t you what the hell me! That’s the third toaster in two months!”

“Well maybe if you didn’t keep buying one or even better, let me do what I want you would save some money.” This intolerable man battling me on the floor like a spoilt brat is Dave Carter, the suicidal maniac. He jumped out in front of my car six months ago and he has been living with me ever since. It’s been chaotic; I can’t even leave him alone for a few minutes before he is trying to top himself. I don’t know his motive and to be honest, I hardly know anything about him at all, but as long as he lives under my roof, he will live. “Well if you feel like that why don’t you just leave?” Dave stops struggling and looks up at me with a disturbing grin, I feel a chill run up my spin with his stare. “I know you are going to snap… and take vengeance.” The comment was unsettling, I could feel my veins pulse as my blood pressure started to creep. I take a deep breath, I wasn’t about to play one of his mind games.

I shove him out my grip and get up. I walk over to shopping bags with their contents sprawled all over the floor, guess eggs for breakfast was a no-no; since the ten second rule definitely does not apply here. “Look what you did! Come on help me clean up.”

Dave shoots past me out the kitchen as he hollers “Not my problem Robert!” Damn him. I stay and mop up the mess, salvaging what could be saved before picking up the pieces of the toaster, this thing was expensive. I don’t know how much more I can take of this, he is nothing but a troublemaker, I’ve never seen anyone so eager for death it’s almost comedic. The theatrical to plain stupid attempts, those bloody puppy eyes when I’ve removed everything harmful, like he is five and I took away all his toys. I’ve not had any pain killers in months, my migraines are beyond insane like someone’s shooting me countless times in the head. Is that not the most messed up thing you have heard? He is just one, big, joke. Him jumping in front of our car, a joke, a joke that- I take a deep breath, calm. He is a joke, but I know he needs taken care of, some professional care. I probably should have handed him over to a mental institute by now. I just seem to think that after everything that happened, he was my responsibility now. It’s as I said as long as he is living with me, he will live. Drip. I felt something wet on my head. Drip. I look up and I see water collecting on the ceiling, why on earth would there be- the bathroom. Shit. I’m going to fucking kill that idiot.

I storm out of the kitchen. How dare he, that’s my bloody bathroom! “Dave!” No answer, what a fucking surprise. As I get on the landing I notice the carpet soaking up water and I storm through the marshland as it squelched and squished under my feet. Great, I’m going to have to replace that too, and the ceiling will need fixed, and the bathroom- oh he is so dead. I walk up to the door and try the hand but it won’t budge, I removed the lock. The male Dave seems to be getting cleverer, barricading his habitat from its natural predator, someone who’s actually sane. How much will a new door cost? Ah fuck it might as well splurge. I take a few steps back before ramming the door and it cracks and caves in. It swings violently, smacking against the wall. There he was, bound in the bath, his clothes still on, facing downward and drowning. The water splashes all over the floor from the overflowing bath.  It’s so beautiful I could drown him myself. I firstly turn off the taps before grabbing his hair and drag him to the surface by his hair, before grabbing his shirt and I swing him out the bath so he makes a satisfying smack when hitting the floor. What? He is dying, he can’t feel it. If he can though, that’s even better. I check his breathing and heart, nope, nothing. I go through the motions of CPR; I’ve had a lot of bloody practice. He will have a fit about me giving him mouth to mouth again, but it’s his own bloody fault.

He sputters and coughs, the water from his lungs spraying everywhere, including all over my face. His eyelids shoot open and for a minute his face looks as if he wasn’t in this world, or at least he wasn’t expecting to be. He looks at me, every time after his attempt I see this expression, filled with confusion, sadness, anger and bitter disappointment. When I see this it reminds me, that he is serious about wanting to kill himself. With his weakened strength he pushes me away and I topple due to my awkward position hovering above him “Get the hell away from me.” Shakily he gets up and for a minute he seems to almost fall over I quickly try to get up to support him “Stay the fuck, away from me Robert.” He walks out the bathroom slowly as if trying to maintain some dignity as he walks across to my bedroom –technically ours since I can’t leave the bastard alone for a second- and he sits on the bed in his sodden cloths, his hair dripping as he puts a hand under the mattress.

I finally get up being careful not to slip and slide. My clothes were now half soaked, but I didn’t care. I walked across to the bedroom and leaned on the door frame, watching him fiddle with a cigarette and lighter he had grabbed from under the mattress, I knew I should have checked under there this morning. “You just tried to drown yourself in the bath.” He looks at me slightly smugly the cigarette between his teeth muffling his words as he continues to try and light it. “No shit Sherlock.” I take a deep breath, before smacking his face. The cigarette falls out his mouth while the lighter spins across the floor.

“What the fuck-”

“Don’t act like you’re in the right! That’s not fucking normal Dave; you need your fucking head examined.” My voice shakes with anger, and I crunch my fists tightly, my whole body starting to shake violently. I haven’t been this angry since- yeah, I’ve not been this angry at him in a long time. I try to calm down, there is no point getting myself worked up. “Right there Robert, that’s your hate coming out. Go on, you know what you want to do.”

“I don’t hate you; I just don’t like how you act all high and mighty after the shit you just pulled.”

“I can do whatever the fuck I want!”

“Not here! I’m fucking done with this shit! If you want to go on a romantic evening with your beloved death then be my guest and leave!” He gets up off the bed and walks right up to me, so close that our noses almost touch. His stare is intense, I try to hold it. “Okay, I’ll say hi to Sarah.” I close my eyes.

“Don’t speak of the dead, Dave.” My voice is barely a whisper; her name breathes life back into her, into my memory. The room is suddenly filled with her perfume, I feel warmth radiate from her ghost pressing against me. She whispers softly in my ear, her voice though quiet was vibrant as she again and again said she loved me as if it was a chant. As always her voice fades to nothing. Her body grows cold as she slips away, my senses overtaken by the sharp metallic odour of her blood. This isn’t good, I remember what was taken that day of the crash, what this fucking waste of a human being took from me.

I open my eyes and he has not moved an inch, his stare is still intense but venomous. He breaks the eye contact to move his head near my ear. “I’ll see her in hell.” The vicious hiss is enough to break me. I just, snap. I rip out a raw roar as I violently grab Dave and hurl him to the nearest wall. He grunts at the impact and slides down to the floor. I rush to the floorboard before getting on my knees to lift it. I needed it now. “What are you doing I’m fucking over here!”  Dave shouts until he falls silent when I turn around. I get up, from the floor to tower above him, making sure the barrel was always on him. He looks at me with a tranquil face; I still quivered with adrenaline and anger. “You deserve this; this is justice, you more than anyone in this world at this very moment have a right to kill. I am the lowest of the fucking low and I took Sarah away, I murdered your wife Robert!” As he shouts I take the safety off and ready my finger on the trigger. Dave looks to me, those fucking eyes. “You’re doing the right thing Robert.”

“I sure fucking hope so.” My last words as I put the gun to my temple.

Then pulled the trigger.

So when I woke up in hospital it was a bit of a surprise. I nearly died of shock to see that fucking son of a suicidal bitch next to me. I look at him but it seems that one of my eyes was covered in bandages; he seems to be preoccupied with staring and the floor. I decided to call out to him, though my voice comes out weak and raspy. “Dave…?” Though my voice is small he immediately looks to me before shooting up from his seat. “You’re awake.”


“You’re in the hospital. Here have something to drink.” He pours me a glass of water from the container at my bedside and holds it to my mouth. As I drink I feel a pounding headache coming on, but the drink quenches my thirst and cools me down. After I finish off the drink I find it easier to speak?”

“How long have I been here?”

“About a month, I’ve been here almost every day.” I start to chuckle.

“Holy shit, that’s probably a record for you.” He doesn’t laugh.

“They said you would have major headaches for the rest of your life. Your left eye is destroyed and they put a metal plate in your head. You were lucky to survive. Why the fuck did you do it?”

“Did I give you a fright?”

“It was mortifying!”

“Good. Now you know how I felt you fucker.”

“It’s not the same thing.”

“It isn’t?” He falls silent and looks down, before taking a seat. I sit up though it was bloody painful. He looks to me as he begins to tell his story.

“When I was three, an earthquake hit my town. In the end, there were only seven survivors. Most of the town was dead, including my parents and sister.” He takes in a shaky breath. “My grandparents lived in the UK, so I had to come over here and leave the devastation behind. I never belonged here; I belonged with my family who were dead in the ground. This feeling grew as I got older and my grandparents died. I swam around in a broken care system and then I was too old for anyone to acknowledge me anymore. So I decided to end it all. I got a rope and knotted it. I stood on a chair as it hung from the ceiling ready to hang myself. I put my neck in the noose and knocked the chair down. The roof collapsed and I was still alive under rubble-” I burst out with laughter, I didn’t care how much it hurt my head.

“Robert, it’s not fucking funny.” Whoops, I calm down to the best of my ability.

“Carry on.”

“Well, ever since then, every attempt on my life has failed. I’ve done it all, cutting my wrists, drowning, suffocation, hypothermia, electrocution, jumping, guns, hanging, poison, starvation, disease, drugs, smoking and-” He looks me in the eye.

“Trying to get killed by impact and always, something goes wrong or someone saves me, I’ve been denied my peace.”

“Don’t you mean something goes right?”

“You know what I mean.” He starts to cry with his head in his hands.

“Then you came along and fucking did this. Weren’t you angry? Didn’t you want revenge? What the fuck is wrong with you Robert?” I let out a sigh.

“When my wife died I was going to kill you or make sure you went to jail.” He looks up at me. “But when I arrived with all that rage and hate it all disappeared. I didn’t see a murderer. I saw someone who was broken and that my wife swerved the wheel to save. In a sense, you were a victim yourself.”

“I don’t understand-”

“Let’s think about it this way Dave, what if the soul of every person that died in that earthquake, you’re parents and sisters, all your friends, neighbours, classmates everyone were pushing you to live. My wife too, gave up her life in exchange for yours. So how about you stop trying to change your fate and just see where life takes you. Life is precious.” We were silent as Dave cried harder than ever. When he was calm he stood up. “I’m going to go get a pack of cigarettes.”

“Dave!” Seriously, did he not hear what I said at all?

“I’ll start cutting down and try and quit okay?” I smiled. He smiled back before leaving the room.

Dave never came back.

He left this world twenty minutes later. A brain aneurism. Apparently with all of his attempts and drug taking he was a walking corpse waiting to drop dead. When I heard he died I didn’t know what to fucking believe in anymore. After telling him to wait for fate he finally got what he wanted. At least he understood that^ even his life, was precious. Even if he didn’t see himself to be lucky, till the day he died he was probably the luckiest man alive.

The Luckiest Man Alive- Short Story

NaNoWriMo: Taking on the challenge?

Though we won’t exactly be killing each other off until there is a victor (well at least I hope not), National Novel Writing Month is definitely making you fight with yourself. Yes, I do plan on taking a good whack at the 50,000 word challenge. T.T No these aren’t tears of sadness but of excitement and anticipation of the month ahead. Even though I started my novel weeks ago, with 80,000 words looming above my head the prospect of writing anywhere near 50K this month sounds pretty amazing! Maybe even a little impossible for me. Well what I’m really excited about is how I won’t be the only one in pain and effectively, we can all share the experience. Seriously there is nothing better when you have writers block or your are stressed out and melted that you know someone else is going to be the same. Cruel I know but definitely helps the self esteem :D. So I am excited to be for the first time on a journey with the other participants of NaNoWriMo 2013. Lets work hard guys.

NaNoWriMo: Taking on the challenge?