Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Draft Chapter Two (and Three!)

The story so far …

Majors James Lovelow and Rex McKinley are being towed in an experimental twin-boom glider to their mission LZ. As they come into land, the Germans open fire, killing the pilots in the port section. The aircraft dives towards the ground. Now read on …

James takes over, but discovers the control column is partially jammed. With McKinley’s help they just manage to level off. The aircraft lands and smashes into an orchard, the port fuselage – transporting the rest of the squad – strikes the trunk of a tree and is demolished. The starboard section also suffers tremendous damage. Struggling free from the wreckage, James’ first concern is for the other men – McKinley’s is their equipment. Just as James discovers that the other soldiers are indeed dead and McKinley produces salvaged ammunition, German soldiers open fire on them.

“They’re coming at us from prepared positions,” says McKinley. “The bastard’s were waiting for us!”

James opens fire – causing the first wave of enemy soldiers to crouch down as they run – and believes that McKinley is thinking along the same lines as he is, but doesn’t like the implications.

“We’ve been set up, dear boy?” he says, already convinced of the answer.

“Like fish in a barrel,” says McKinley, also sending a burst of bullets in the direction of the enemy troops.

He glances across at James.

“Someone has talked,” he says. “Someone meant for us to die here.”

Tune in next week – … but wait! There’s more this week!

Oberstleutnant Stein Schmidt-Meyer, along with Hauptman Verner Koch, arrives at the Château de Vimer – currently being used as a hospital for civilians and wounded soldiers. He has been expected. Hurriedly shown into an office, he finds a British soldier. There is an attaché case amid the surgical instruments on the desk.

“Good morning,” says Schmidt-Meyer in English. “I hope you slept well. Or did you not sleep last night? Too busy with other things?”

He picks up a sharp-looking instrument and gingerly rotates in his fingers.

“Any idea?” he says. “Or should I ask the good doctor?”

The British soldier doesn’t answer.

Schmidt-Meyer places the surgical blade back on the table with the others. He adjusts its position so that it is exactly the same as he found it. He then stares at the other man.

“Well, Lieutenant Edward Clark,” he says. “I believe we are to spend some time together. And I am in a hurry.”

Who are Stein Schmidt-Meyer and Clark? What connection do they have with Lovelow and McKinley’s mission? Tune in next week for another thrilling instalment!

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

New Chapters

I have decided to move away from using this blog as a day-to-day update (find me on Facebook) and to provide a précis of each new first draft chapter(s) of my current work – uploaded every Tuesday afternoon.  Enjoy.  The story so far ….

 

August 1944.  Early morning.  Majors James Lovelow and Rex McKinley of the British army are in an experimental twin-boom glider being hauled to their LZ somewhere East of Falaise, France.  They are both dressed in field uniforms of officers of the Waffen SS and carry German MP44 assault rifles.  The glider is being piloted from the adjoining port section, which also carries the other six members of the squad.  As the aircraft is buffeted by the horrendous slipstream of their tug aeroplane, the airframe protests at the excessive speed they are doing.  They have to make their landing point before dawn and James is suffering from terrible claustrophobia – the mechanical noises only serve to increase his anxiety.   McKinley – an arch rival – seems to be totally calm.  They are released and begin a rapid descent.  As they start their final landing approach, German troops open fire.

 

A high-pitched from noise outside startles him. 

            Alarmed that the glider is finally succumbing to the rigours of the flight to their destination, James looks back up.  The short streaks of bright yellow light that suddenly emanate from somewhere on the ground first seem to be moving slowly, then they appear to accelerate and lengthen as they career past the cockpit.

Tracer!

            Just as the realisation impinges upon his consciousness, bullets strike the port nosecone, fuselage and wing.  Pieces of wood fly off in a welter of shards and splinters.  The canopy shatters and explodes off from its hinges.  Berry jerks back in his seat as his face is blown asunder and Fielding slumps forward. 

The glider pitches down at an extremely steep angle and hurtles towards the ground.  It a few seconds they will die.

 

Tune in next week for another thrilling instalment!         

 

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Friday, October 02, 2009

The Frist Chapter

I have begun writing on my next and am well into the first chapter.  What I find exciting is simply the process of invention itself – after putting in the years of work, the crafting of the story has become easier and I can concentrate on the process of making each word count and enjoy the creating.  It’s a fantastic feeling.  Oh, and the first three sentences?

 

He can’t breathe.

            And then the noise comes again.

            Being buried alive must sound like this.