Brenda Drake is having another awesome contest and the judges are four teens. How cool is that! I’m pretty excited about having my target audience checking out my material. I just had a teen finish reading my ms and she loved it, such a good feeling. Anyway, rules for this one are simple. On July 17th, post your pitch and first 250 words, go visit the other entries,give/get feedback and then post your final version on the site. The girls will pick three winners on July 20th.
Prizes? One winner will receive a 10 pg and synopsis critique and two runners up will receive either a 10pg or a synopsis critique.
Here’s my entry:
Title: BROKEN FOREST: A KEENING BLADE NOVEL
Genre: YA Fantasy
pitch: Avikar always dreamed of exploring Tarrtainya; he never imagined it would be in search of his sister.
first 250 words:
Avikar slid his feet into the worn leather boots. The rooster crowed again, reminding him he was late, but he didn’t care. He was tired of shoveling manure.
His father shouted about dumping a water bucket on his head if he didn’t wake.
“I am up,” he mumbled. He would have loved to yell back, but he found that a snide retort only took away his supper.
The wooden floorboards creaked under his steps. Some days he wondered if his little loft would crash down into his sisters’ room. He grinned and imagined his prissy sister, Jeslyn, wailing for days about how he ruined her frilly garments. He grabbed the small ladder and climbed down.
In the common room, his mother kneaded dough while his five-year-old sister, Calli, ate at the table. He slumped into the chair across from her and grabbed a bowl of rue.
“Where’s Father?” he asked, noticing the empty seats, especially the one his brother used to sit in.
“Poppa’s outside. You’re late, again.” Calli replied in between bites. She swung her legs back and forth, underneath the table. It was too early for Avikar to care. Sleep tugged at his eyelids, enticing him back into his feathered bed.
His mother poured him a cup of fresh milk. “You all right, honey?”
“Just tired,” he replied and dunked a piece of fanna into the bowl. The dense bread soaked up the onion-flavored liquid, and he shoved it in his mouth.
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