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Writing Sample - The Quest for the Emerald Eye

Posted by heidinorrod on June 22, 2013 at 8:15 PM

The following are opening paragraphs for my Middle Grade Time Travel Adventure entitled, The Quest for the Emerald Eye. This particular piece is the first in a planned series, assuming I can find someone to take on a series - though the query will read, it has series potential. ;-)

I hope you enjoy and happy reading!

~Heidi

THE QUEST FOR THE EMERALD EYE

By:  Heidi R. Norrod

 

 

Chapter 1: ‘Boo’tacular Harvest Festival

Nala Peppers paced the length of the steps that led into William Jefferson Middle School. Chance was late again. She should have planned for it. Then again, she didn’t think he’d ever be late for the costume contest.

As she neared the edge of the top step again, she almost tripped on the too long hemline of the wedding dress. Inside the building, a bullhorn blared.

‘Attention! All the contestants for the costume judging contest please line up behind the purple curtains.’

Nala almost swore. She was going to miss it, if Chance didn’t get his always-late backside to the school auditorium pronto.

“Hey Nala! Thanks for waiting.”

Nala whirled around so fast her stiff hair wobbled. “Chance! You’re late. They’re already lining up. Come on!”

“You might give a boy time to catch his breath.” Chance wheezed. “I ran here all the way from the post office.”

“Why didn’t your parents bring you?”

Chance shot her a look that said, ‘don’t ask.’ And changed the subject, “What are you supposed to be anyway? You look like you stuck your finger in a light socket.”

“Well, I didn’t. I’m supposed to be the bride of Frankenstein. Can’t you tell?” Nala failed to stop her hand from slipping down along the side seam of her mother’s lacey wedding dress.

Chance scrutinized her. “The white streaks in your frizzy hair are a definite plus for the overall.”

Nala snorted. What did boys know about looking good anyway? “What are you supposed to be then, a hippie hobo?”

Her friend’s mouth fell open. “Absolutely not! Seriously? You can’t tell?” Nala shook her head. “I’m a disco zombie. See?”

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