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Wednesday, September 15, 2010

404, Daily: Chapter Twenty-Eight

Hey folks!

A crazy busy day today -- been finishing off my work with that TV series bible project... for now... while writing a new chapter. Also trying to swing that whole 'working 9 to 5' thing at the same time.

On the bright side, there's going to be a great cliff-hanger as we go into next week's hiatus -- so those of you following along, well, sorry about that. ;)

Anyways, I'll keep it short and sweet today -- here's the Daily for Chapter 28.

Cheers!
Brandon
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*Please Note: What follows below is only the FIRST page of Chapter 27 and is considered to be 'Raw Footage' -- unedited, first-draft material that may be subject to change (even in its entirety). This is designed to keep you in the loop with my story as well as, hopefully, intrigue you enough to want to buy the full, finished episode at the end of the week.

Warning: there will be SPOILERS and coarse language as well, so please keep that in mind before you read on.

Episode #6 (which collects the finished and polished versions of chapters 26-30) will be available on Sunday, September 19th for 99 cents CAD.

You are encouraged to offer feedback and/or interact with me as this process unfolds. I'd love to hear what you like, what you don't like and what you'd love to see more of.
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CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

Gravity throws Marco forward as the plane turns toward the ground; he, Jess and Freya land with a thud onto the ornate wooden wall of the cabin.

"Alex! Alex, open the fucking door! Open it right now! I-I can fix this!!" Marco yells as he bangs on the door.

"You can?" Jess looks to him, wide-eyed.

"I played Flight Simulator when I was a kid…?" he says to her as he hits the door. "Let me in, Alex!!"

After a long moment, the door clicks and falls open. Amber lights flash on the dashboard as a 'warning' horn fills the plane. Through the bloody cockpit and the cracked and whistling windshield the ground rushes toward them -- postage stamp-sized packets of land becoming wallet-sized in the blink of an eye.

Alex cowers in the co-pilot's seat, white as a ghost, his eyes like saucers as he grips the sides of the chair. He speaks in Mandarin as he shakes his head, terrified.

Marco lowers himself into the cockpit, straining to unbuckle the dead pilot out of his harness and his seat. He slides in, feeling the slick of blood underneath him as he grabs the control yoke in hand. Okay, remember -- look on the dash for your horizon… thing -- look for blue and brown. You want the line in the middle of the blue and brown. He searches the cramped instrument panel and finds the display -- and realizes that the line is very, very deep in the brown.

He hears a series of loud crackles as the spider-webbed cracks around the bullet hole in the windshield start to spread -- long, nasty, vibrating cracks that soon cross the entire pane of glass. Alex shrieks.

"Get in that harness!" Marco yells to Alex as he works to buckle himself in; Alex scrambles, trying to make the pieces fit.

1 comment:

ashley said...

Brandon its nice i regularly read all the chapters and all of them are really good well i also love to watch 15 Gigs Live