500 BBC Radio Challange by John

RADIO NEWS ALERT!

This may sound crazy and you will probably not believe me if

you ever hear this! My name is Kieran McMullan. This

is a radio broadcast that you may never get

to hear. I live in the city of Belfast , at No.2 Bridge Street. The

day is 15th April 1941. It is 11 o’clock at night. I have met a

strange character called the Doctor, who tells me he is a time

traveller. Yes I know ! You will probably think that I am mad

and that this broadcast is by some crazed person suffering

from hallucinations, as a result of what is happening right

now !  He says that he has come to ensure the safety of my

younger sister Clara, who he says will be very important to

the future of our world! The Doctor says that I should make

this broadcast as a witness to this terrible event, in case that

no one is able to talk of this again !  He has told me that,

if the Nazis succeed in their aims, there may never be

freedom for our people in the future!  Clara has been taken in

his Tardis and transported to somewhere safer, though I do

not know where. He has left me with this transmitter to speak

the truth of this night. I am scared, but the Doctor says

everything will be alright in the end. I am not so sure. He

promised he will be back soon for me, though that does not

reassure me. He says to stay under our Morrison shelter and

wait. I am so frightened.

Tonight we heard the sounds of aeroplanes. We thought it

was RAF fighters. But they are not, and they are many! You

probably wonder why I am alone at this time. My father died

when I was three and my mother is working a late

shift in the aircraft factory. Now, I do not know what to do! I

want to find my mother but the Doctor says to stay here and

wait for him. He says he will make sure Mum is okay. I can

hear the German bombers pass over us, wave after wave. The

bombs fall like the sound of wailing witches in the sky. When

I peer through the lounge curtains, all I see is the sky, lit up

red and orange. The foundations of the house shudder and

all I think is," Dad, where are you now when I need you?"

I am afraid but angry. I want to rip those aeroplanes from the

sky, like the great King Kong that I saw in the flicks. Doctor,

where are you? Clara where are you? I pray that we shall all

make it through this terrible night. But, if I or little sis never

see Mum again, please remember us in this time capsule

transmission that the Doctor may find. Over and out!

Night night world ! Night night Mum ! Night night Clara! Meet on the other side!

By John Davies