![]() He’s fond of sharp suits, birds, and science. What is your real name?”īen is a teenage writer and thing-creator. Vesta leaned across the desk, staring intently at Leonard. “I don’t…” Leonard trailed off, his thoughts drifting into nonexistence. ![]() You’re from another faction, aren’t you?” “That’s…” Leonard was at a loss for words. Silver, mirror-like, and peculiarly captivating. The irises had the precise color and reflectiveness as the sunglasses she had worn. The Grand Master of the Illuminati Society did not have what one could possibly call normal eyes. “Oh, are they a problem? Then let me just take them off.” She reached up and pulled away the glasses. Vesta’s smile split into a perfect white grin. “I wasn’t-but you’re wearing sunglasses.” Leonard’s eyes darted up to meet his doubled reflections. “My eyes are up here,” Vesta said with a hint of amusement. “Right,” Leonard nodded, but his eyes were focused on the nameplate on the desk. We must take all necessary security measures, you understand.” “Maybe it’s a glitch? A misfiling?” Leonard suggested weakly. Patel, you’ll be surprised to know we don’t have you on any lists here.” Oh, but-is Kumar Patel your real name?” She smiled knowingly. She laced her fingers together and rested her hands on the table. Something about her struck Leonard as familiar, but he couldn’t place it. Leonard had worn that smile before, but he wasn’t wearing it now. She carried herself confidently, with the smile of one who had complete control. Her hair was in dreadlocks, pulled back in a ponytail, and she wore reflective sunglasses. The woman sitting behind this particular expensive desk was strong-shouldered, dark-skinned, and wearing a crisp grey suit with a red tie. The room looked like an office belonging to someone rather important, the kind where the person sits facing the door behind a desk and waits for people to come inside so they can tell them to sit. We hope you enjoy reading them as much as we did! Splintered by Ben - Grand Prize Winner (14-18 Division) From over 650 stupendous entries, we chose two Grand Prize Winners and three Honorable Mentions. Her favorite authors are Georgette Heyer, Agatha Christie,Īnd Brandon Sanderson.Last month, we challenged our young writers (18 and under) to revise and submit a 400-word excerpt from their NaNoWriMo novel. She loves eating toast, watchingĬlouds, and dancing, and she also enjoys pottery, needle felting, and This is a writer to watch out for!”Īsenath Wetzel is a current senior in high school and is excited to More.” I was completely immersed in the tension, the vivid descriptions,Īnd the raw emotion of this scene. “A riveting piece of writing that made me think, “Wow, I want to read Guest author judge Sarah Suk had this to say about Sunbird : Zahra’s stomach lurched as she stood on her toes to bring the folded wrapper to the window. The girls around Zahra finally stirred, getting to their feet and She bent the wrapper around the message, forming a long,įirm beak, a slender body, and two outstretched wings, itching to catchīoots-combat boots, large and unmerciful-rang in the No one had seen her painstakingly crease her message in it.įolded the wrapper with precision-despite her fears, she hadn’tįorgotten how. No one had seen her steal it from the floor of the transport truck. Zahra gripped the wrapper, shifting to see it better in the dim light. Terrified… and then crashed down to nothing, leaving her weak and She hated thisįeeling-the way anticipation built up, making her sick and tense and Surged within her, and Zahra gritted her teeth. Lila’s voice whimpering, “Zahra, they took my hand…” Yet she could still recall the roughness of too-old, too-dirty bandages Remembered folding the wrappers, transforming them into birds andįlowers, and placing them wherever they would catch the sun. She remembered wrappers like this from her childhood-bright andĬolorful, just like the sticky squares of fruit they held. Zahra hadn’t wanted to wake up either, but sheįocusing on the feeling of the slick wrapper against her sweat-soakedįingers. They didn’t want to wake up-especially tonight, when it was their turn Waxy paper in her hands as a rush of adrenaline made her tremble.Ĭlung to the comfort of sleep all around her, their eyes shut tight. The thick wall-with her back to the other girls. She layĬurled on her side under the room’s single window-a slit, really, in Zahra’s hands were damp as she drew the wrapper from her pocket. The room was still thick with the torturous heat of the day, and We hope you enjoy reading them as much as we did! (For more excerpts, check out this forum thread.) From over 650 fantastic entries, we chose two Grand Prize Winners and four Runners-Ups. In February, we challenged you to submit a 400-word excerpt from your
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