Good evening from the Towers that were once a scant 30 miles from this very cove, before relocating to the land of the double-entundra, Moscow, Idaho! We have a few more entries to post; after this, I believe one from Parisianne Modert, Barbara Keeling still remain. If you have not seen your story posted, please …
Good evening from the Towers that were once a scant 30 miles from this very cove, before relocating to the land of the double-entundra, Moscow, Idaho!
We have a few more entries to post; after this, I believe one from Parisianne Modert, Barbara Keeling still remain. If you have not seen your story posted, please send me an email,(firstname.lastname@example.org) and I will rectify that .
Tomorrow before midnight I will also announce the five semi-finalists. I do hope you are confident enough in your abilities that you have been preparing to send me the first chapter to your book. That, after all, has been the plan all along–to get you off Facebook and actually working on your novel or manuscript!
Here is an entry from Tiffany soon-to-be-married- Monique, our own associate editor and the one who makes sure you get our newsletter every two weeks! She has a novel started called Mylu, and this would be its prologue. Without further ado, let’s skip to Mylu, my darlings!
Prologue to Mylu
by Tiffany Monique
Mom screamed, “Watch out!”
Unfortunately the crash happened before I was even able to register shock.
The last thing I remembered prior to that was the backseat of the car as we headed home. I turned around to watch the rear-window view of the dancing Pacific Ocean surrounded by the million-dollar-home encrusted cliffs of La Jolla. It has always been known as one of San Diego’s premier places for picture perfect sunsets, thus its name, the Spanish translation of “The Jewel”.
She and I had just enough time to lock eyes as I was sucked out the back of the car, through the glass, but not through the glass.
I was safe in the backseat with my younger sister – both buckled in. Lizzo was putting her lion’s mane of adorably manageable Afro-centric curls into a ponytail, like always. I think we were laughing about some random dude we saw riding his bike with the orange shorts from nineteen-seventy-oh-please-don’t-show-that-much-of-your-pasty-leg. Mom was on our case about being kind to strangers. The Dad-bot would’ve laughed if he had heard us, but he was too busy being pissed off for no reason. Dad being pissed off was what most likely what caused the accident, like he’d ever admit something like that, but hey, that’s my Dad. For all his testosterone, he landed my mother and I’ll never know how. Anyway, someone screamed out and he jerked the wheel hard to the left at 45mph, right into a tree.
Within the same instant, there appeared an explosion of light behind me. I thought I was going to die and whipped my head towards my sister just as I opened my mouth to scream. The light sucked me through the window and time stopped. I don’t remember pain. I just remember being yanked – right out of my life. I was pretty sure that K from Men in Black flashy-thing’ed the back of my head. I would wake up in a hospital days or weeks from now and the craziness I saw would be a great story to tell Oprah or the Syfy Channel.
I was inhaled through a door made of silicone skin and gossamer. Something that felt like denim and fleece anointed me with laughter and tears, and my skin shivered all over. I simultaneously loved and hated it. My eyes felt full of sand as I squeezed them shut and tried to adjust the pressure in my ears. I began to fall. I almost laughed as images of Alice and random white rabbits came to mind.
Liz watched me slip into the light and disappear. Her shocked, terrified eyes bore into mine, crystallized into a horrifying white-white after image. I hated myself for closing my eyes, but it was a reflex, as was my hand reaching out to hold on to her.