KaiYves
Mouseketeer
- Joined
- Nov 13, 2010
Here's the beginning of the a Disney story I had going about a year ago that died:
It was just after closing time, and the sonic boom echoed in the deserted streets of the Magic Kingdom. Deserted of people, that was. Here and there, a flash of motion could be seen, a faint laugh heard, an electric tingle felt in the air. These were the only signs of the singing, dancing, and playing filling the streets and buildings. All but invisible to ordinary eyes, characters went about their business.
Some looked up, prompted by the noise. A small airplane was flying in from the west, sleek and dart-shaped, very unlike the bulbous jumbo jets that carried in visitors. This was a military jet trainer. But most of the onlookers did not know very much of airplanes, only a few Tomorrowland denizens could have identified it as a T-38 Talon.
And even they were clueless as to what the planes purpose could be, or who might be inside.
The plane circled the park, graceful even at high speed, although it was at least subsonic by now, no further booms shook the night air. The jet engines roar drew more spectators out into the streets, echoing off medieval towers roller coasters spaceships log cabins causing birds from the Jungle Cruise to fly away in surprise
Details became apparent as it buzzed Cinderella Castle, cutting dangerously close to the tallest tower before pulling away. Clearly, this mysterious pilot was very skilled. Onlookers could make out white-and-blue livery, but the strangest thing visible as the plane passed through the castles floodlights was that it was transparent, as if only half there.
And then, the landing gear popped out.
On Main Street, USA, bystanders dressed in the clothing of the early 1900s rushed out of the way as the ghost plane came in to land, both frightened and fascinated. The planes three wheels touched down calmly onto the asphalt, coming to a complete stop about halfway down the street. If the onlookers hadnt been in shock, they might have marveled again at the pilots skill. Even for Disney World, a plane landing in the middle of the street was an odd occurrence.
The tailfin says NASA. One man noted, sticking his head out of the barbershop.
Shouldnt it be in Tomorrowland, then? Another asked.
The canopy opened, up and backwards, revealing a pilot as transparent as the plane, wearing a helmet and oxygen mask. There were two seats in the plane, but the other one seemed to be empty. He gave a small wave to the crowd before removing the mask to reveal a round, smiling face, and climbed out of the plane, sliding to the ground. The man was wearing a blue pilots jumpsuit and thick gloves, very professional-looking. He removed his helmet and left it on the seat, revealing black hair worn in a tight crew-cut that made him look even more like a fighter pilot. As he had indeed been, many years before.
Turn-of-the-century children, who had never seen any kind of airplane this close-up before rushed in to touch the otherworldly-looking T-38 as the pilot walked towards the castle, the buckles on his parachute harness jangling. He chuckled as he heard the predictable shrieks of surprise as their hands passed through the ghost planes ectoplasmic wings and body as if they were empty air. That was why he hadnt bothered to shut the canopy. Anybody in the park who knew how to fly a plane wouldnt be able to enter. And while Gracey and his gang could have touched it, they werent technologically inclined.
It was just after closing time, and the sonic boom echoed in the deserted streets of the Magic Kingdom. Deserted of people, that was. Here and there, a flash of motion could be seen, a faint laugh heard, an electric tingle felt in the air. These were the only signs of the singing, dancing, and playing filling the streets and buildings. All but invisible to ordinary eyes, characters went about their business.
Some looked up, prompted by the noise. A small airplane was flying in from the west, sleek and dart-shaped, very unlike the bulbous jumbo jets that carried in visitors. This was a military jet trainer. But most of the onlookers did not know very much of airplanes, only a few Tomorrowland denizens could have identified it as a T-38 Talon.
And even they were clueless as to what the planes purpose could be, or who might be inside.
The plane circled the park, graceful even at high speed, although it was at least subsonic by now, no further booms shook the night air. The jet engines roar drew more spectators out into the streets, echoing off medieval towers roller coasters spaceships log cabins causing birds from the Jungle Cruise to fly away in surprise
Details became apparent as it buzzed Cinderella Castle, cutting dangerously close to the tallest tower before pulling away. Clearly, this mysterious pilot was very skilled. Onlookers could make out white-and-blue livery, but the strangest thing visible as the plane passed through the castles floodlights was that it was transparent, as if only half there.
And then, the landing gear popped out.
On Main Street, USA, bystanders dressed in the clothing of the early 1900s rushed out of the way as the ghost plane came in to land, both frightened and fascinated. The planes three wheels touched down calmly onto the asphalt, coming to a complete stop about halfway down the street. If the onlookers hadnt been in shock, they might have marveled again at the pilots skill. Even for Disney World, a plane landing in the middle of the street was an odd occurrence.
The tailfin says NASA. One man noted, sticking his head out of the barbershop.
Shouldnt it be in Tomorrowland, then? Another asked.
The canopy opened, up and backwards, revealing a pilot as transparent as the plane, wearing a helmet and oxygen mask. There were two seats in the plane, but the other one seemed to be empty. He gave a small wave to the crowd before removing the mask to reveal a round, smiling face, and climbed out of the plane, sliding to the ground. The man was wearing a blue pilots jumpsuit and thick gloves, very professional-looking. He removed his helmet and left it on the seat, revealing black hair worn in a tight crew-cut that made him look even more like a fighter pilot. As he had indeed been, many years before.
Turn-of-the-century children, who had never seen any kind of airplane this close-up before rushed in to touch the otherworldly-looking T-38 as the pilot walked towards the castle, the buckles on his parachute harness jangling. He chuckled as he heard the predictable shrieks of surprise as their hands passed through the ghost planes ectoplasmic wings and body as if they were empty air. That was why he hadnt bothered to shut the canopy. Anybody in the park who knew how to fly a plane wouldnt be able to enter. And while Gracey and his gang could have touched it, they werent technologically inclined.
I think that's every author's dream though, isn't it? 
