Hey guys, sorry about the big gap between posts.
During the holidays I went on a 4-day writing camp with famous author Brian Falkner. During that camp we were taught how to write like authors. I have been editing my piece from that camp. Here is an extract from my story. If you would like the full piece please send an email to me asking me to share it with you.
As they crossed the bridge, Tom and Gray started to have to dodge rubble from the city, chunks of concrete and the remains of cars. These ancient husks began to grow in number the further they ventured into the city. Even stranger were they eerie buildings, empty and crumbling. These were the places the creatures slept, hives of monsters packed into ancient ruins. Unfortunately, these ‘skyscrapers’, as the surviving history books called them, were also the best places to find Old Tech.
Gray separated from Tom at Donaldson Crescent, planning to locate a rival gang’s base at the Jackson playground so they could organise an attack. Tom kept jogging for about fifteen minutes, then entered the ‘supermarket’, as the history books called them.
Tom was aware of the creature as he entered the supermarket, peering around the corner before warily creeping around the corner. He was right to do so, as the ghastly being was curled up on a toppled fridge.
The creature was vaguely human, but it had oily black armour and looked more insect than man. It’s tail was tipped with a stinger that had made deep scratches on the concrete.
“Freaking hell.” Tom felt his skin crawl and resisted the urge to run and hide. He held his breath as he sneaked forwards, blade in hand. Suddenly he lunged, and before he realised the knife was embedded in the beast’s head, pus and black blood leaking out of the wound. The creature screamed, a rasping shriek that echoed through the abandoned building. Tom winced, certain that he’d probably woken up every single creature on the block. He pulled out the knife and wiped it, removing the gore before returning it to his pack. He pulled out his radio and called Gray.
Remember: If you want the full piece, please send me an email.
Mortal Engines is set after the Sixty Minute War, a nuclear war that turned the ground to mud and killed all flora and fauna. Major cities are now Traction cities, huge tank-like machines that get their supplies by eating other Traction cities! The skies are filled of traders in their airships, the HQ of which is Airhaven. There are other cities too, normal ones. These are part of the Anti-Tractionists. America is now called the Dead Continent, as all life there was eradicated by the Sixty Minute War.
