Mothers' Day

You know I don't know how to think about Mother's day. You see, I never knew my Mum, she died just after I was born.

Anyway I know it's a special day for lots of Mum's around the world and I want to say a big love you and send out  heaps of hugs. Without you we wouldn't be here.







Lot's of love & respect,
Toby

Synopsis Peaches Pengilly - Milennium Girl

As the new millennium dawned, Peaches Pengilly was born with challenges.

A rare form of Muscular Dystrophy wracks her body making every movement a struggle. However, she has a secret weapon, family. Renowned medical researcher, Elise Pengilly is her mother, while her father Kahl Pengilly leads the field in human robotic engineering. They have a built Peaches a muscle building body suit. Until now she has been too young to try it, but on her fifteenth birthday she suits up for the first time.

Dr Nicholas Off, an albino wombat owning despot, sees the potential to create an army of cyborgs if he can obtain the suit and its plans. He has co-opted ISIS to enslave the oil rich empires of the Middle East, but he wants more, he needs to defeat Isis with troops of his own, Super human beings who will do whatever it takes to carry out his demands.

Peaches sees her parents and Aunt killed when the terrorists bomb the Australian of the Year award presentation in Canberra. The suit works, it protected her and she makes her getaway.

Although saddened by her loss she makes a vow on her mother’s body to find the killers and bring them to justice.

A fall or a push, somehow Peaches makes a circuit between the tram and the high voltage cables. Her muscles bulge and she grows stronger until the Kevlar begins to rip. Watching from a rooftop, Dr Off smiles, he thought as much. Now all he has to do is get the data to replicate Peaches’ parent’s work.

That night Peaches studies the volumes hidden in the underground vault. She has become Millennium Girl

What is the best age to join Facebook?

Pop and I have been having an ongoing argument / discussion about me getting onto Facebook, I don't know what the big deal is about, cripes, I'll be sixteen this year and all my friends are already busy on social media. I feel like a leper.

While he and Charlie are overseas, it would be great if they posted pictures to show me, Soph and our mates where they are. I want to know what they're seeing and the fun they're having. It took a fair amount of pushing and prompting to get them up to speed with Skype. So it's not a big leap  to get them to use Facebook, Twitter and Instagram. After all it would help us keep in touch. Although I wouldn't let Charlie do his Mrs Mangle impersonations and put them on Facebook.

Anyway while my battle is, am I too young? For the fossils, theirs is, are they too old?

I'll probably wage this war with Pop over the next couple of months until he's ready to leave for Europe and then he'll come on board. I'll appreciate any advice you have to toss my way.

See-ya,

Toby

Okay it's time to start writing for real

Old Terry gave me a bit of a shake up today, He said if you're gunna write a novel, find a hero, give them a Cause / Quest. Find an anti hero and get started. Write their character profiles because someone once told him that Character drives Plot and Plot drives Character.
With that in mind I'm hoping by Sunday, I can post a synopsis and a couple of profiles. I have to decide where to set the story and because it is a contemporary middle school adventure how dark to make the villain.

I need some help with names for a fifteen year old boy or girl and they need some kind of an impairment.

Get your thinking caps on, because  I need your help.

A bit of an update

Over the past couple of weeks Terry has been re-writing my story. Bloody Hell, he has even changed the name. The Dead Detective's Diary is his new title. I feel like I've been shoved onto the back shelf, I thought about pouting and acting like a petulant princess, but Terry says it's for the best, so I'll go along with it. I must say the opening is more dramatic and with all that fluff he put in there about me coming to live with Pop gone, the story just jumps.

  Me I'm about to start writing an account of my latest adventure, hard drugs are coming into the school and I'm on the trail. I want to get these animals out of our common ground. The bullies are even frightened of the toughs who stand outside the fence extorting money from kids who can't get off the ice.

  Not sure if Pop and Charlie can put up with another adventure, but me and Soph have seconded Slasher to help. Let you know when we crack this one, should be a fast paced read.

Cheers for now,

Tobe

The Dead Detectives Diary

For a writing challenge in April, Matthew Naqvi has set Terry and the Wordsmiths of Melton a challenge to take a piece of writing and re-write it in the third person. I know I'm just a figment of his imagination, but Terry has asked me to the same thing with my story. Call it what you like he said, just the first page or two, whatever you like. He thinks I don't have enough to do I'm doing year twelve now and time is a precious thing, however I guess a couple of pages wont hurt.

Any way take a look at what I've done to the first pages of his story Toby Farrier.

At ten o'clock, my mates and me, started pushing the desk home from Ramsey’s Auction House on Sydney Road. We were a curiosity to the Saturday morning shoppers who watched us, but I was happy with my choice and didn't care.

Slasher and his cronies waited at the corner of Slater Street. I was determined to push past.

‘Where you reckon you twerps are goin’?’ He said.

Freckles, jealous of Slashers role in the gang was next to chime in, ‘Yeah and what you got here then? Some kind of piano?’ I was ready to attack.

Slasher lifted the dust cover, looked at me and sneered. ‘Old bookworm here has got himself a beat up, old desk. Wouldn't you reckon his mum and dad would buy him a new one?’ He reached out and grabbed me by the shirt. I stepped forward until our noses touched. I smelled cigarettes on his breath, I wanted to choke him, but let him have the rest of his say. ‘But no, that’s right; his parents don’t care about him. Chucked him out, years ago, for being the useless piece of crap he is.’ I felt spittle spray onto my face. We pushed and shaved a bit until I stumbled and crashed into back the desk. Ben and Nathan steadied it as I bounced up again.

The gang saw an opportunity and started to push and shove the boys. Not in a violent way, just enough to let us know they wanted to rumble one day.

I was ready and this time I stepped into Slasher’s space. ‘Tough,’ I said. ‘but if it was just you and me, I wonder how brave you would be if I found you out here on your own?’

He didn't like that. ‘Any time, Creep,’ He said, ‘you just bring it on.’

I put a hand on his chest and pushed past him. ‘Yeah, but we both know, bullies aren’t as tough when the odds are even.’ I said. ‘we've gotta go.’ I poked my finger onto the chest of the spotty one. ‘Better put a hat on, Freckles.’ I said and flashed an insincere grin at him. ‘I’d hate to see you get burnt.’ I said.

‘Rack off, Farrier.’ Freckles said and slapped my hand away.

Slasher must have seen Pop watching from the front gate, ‘Let ‘em pass, fellas.’ He made a sweep with his hand and turned to me. ‘We’ll get ‘em later and when we do, we’ll do them real slow.’

I wasn't intimidated.

The gang parted and we pushed past. We rolled trolley up to Pop who waited at the gate until we arrived.

Moolooloo Thomas

This is a poem about an imaginary friend, I found among some pages in old Terry's notebooks, I don't think he'll mind if I share it.

MOOLOOLOO THOMAS

Was that you Henry, did you do that?

Well was it you Millie, did you do that?

Not me said Henry and not Millie too,

Not us, we didn’t do it ------------- really

And no way that it was you!

You know that it is Thomas

When little things get lost

You know that it is Thomas

That’s making our Dad cross

Moolooloo Thomas

Always out of sight

Moolooloo Thomas

When things aren’t right

Come on Millie, you have to go to school

Come on Henry for you it’s Kinder time

Some days mum thinks she will lose her mind

And when things go wrong in school

And then in Kinder when Henry plays the fool

You know that it was Thomas

When little things get lost

You know that it is Thomas

That’s making our Mum cross

Moolooloo Thomas

Always out of sight

Moolooloo Thomas

When things aren’t right

And now the day has past us and we’ve had tea

And as for Thomas, well he has had the blame

For all today’s mistakes and yesterday was the same

Moolooloo Thomas the one we do not see

But like all kids when the day is done

Thomas makes his presence felt, he has one last run

You know that it was Thomas

When little things get lost

You know that it is Thomas

That’s making our Mum & Dad cross

Moolooloo Thomas

He’s always out of sight

Moolooloo Thomas

When things aren’t right

And Henry now is sleeping and Millie’s day is done

Moolooloo Thomas is nowhere to be found

No more of mum’s dishes to be dropped today

No more picking up scattered toys no more noise

But it starts again tomorrow when Thomas is around

You know that it was Thomas

When little things get lost

You know that it is Thomas

That’s making our Mum cross

Moolooloo Thomas

Always out of sight

Moolooloo Thomas

When things aren’t right

You know that it was Thomas

When little things get lost

You know that it is Thomas

That’s making our Mum cross

Moolooloo Thomas

Always out of sight

Moolooloo Thomas

When things aren’t right