the world without you
"It was strolling again, this time toward the baseball field beside the parking lot, walking so casually you might not have noticed it if you weren’t trained to notice. Like we all are.
Its big shiny head was a star, reflecting the light of the bright afternoon sun. I always get so scared imagining what I’d see if one showed me its face. They don’t usually do, and when they do, it’s usually not good news. But the scary thing is
They look like us.
No, no. Don’t misunderstand me, theoretical reader of this shitty journal-wannabe-memoir I’m only writing out of love for Rosalie. They don’t look human. They don’t look like they belong.
They look like us. The ones who already exist. When a Creepy shows you its face, it’s a person you know. Usually a person you know more than just a little bit.
By the time the bus pulled away, CJ had his headphones in—a safe move—and the Creepy was barely visible on the far side of the baseball field. As it grew smaller in the distance, I saw the strangest thing. It turned and waved."
Genre: YA science fiction
Status: in progress
Its big shiny head was a star, reflecting the light of the bright afternoon sun. I always get so scared imagining what I’d see if one showed me its face. They don’t usually do, and when they do, it’s usually not good news. But the scary thing is
They look like us.
No, no. Don’t misunderstand me, theoretical reader of this shitty journal-wannabe-memoir I’m only writing out of love for Rosalie. They don’t look human. They don’t look like they belong.
They look like us. The ones who already exist. When a Creepy shows you its face, it’s a person you know. Usually a person you know more than just a little bit.
By the time the bus pulled away, CJ had his headphones in—a safe move—and the Creepy was barely visible on the far side of the baseball field. As it grew smaller in the distance, I saw the strangest thing. It turned and waved."
Genre: YA science fiction
Status: in progress
Aloft
The winds are rising as the Gods’ Doom descends on Angalas, where people can manipulate elements and minds. While the smallfolk suffer tornadoes, Macolley ventures into the chaos in an attempt to protect his younger siblings -- who are the key to communication with the gods. As the Shrine locks its doors to the outside world, Macolley grapples with the feeling that witsages should be doing more to protect their realm.
The realm has to trust the witsages when they say the gods are ending the world. First by tornadoes, then earthquakes, then water, then fire, the gods plan to obliterate all but the worthiest—and naturally, no one is “worthier” than witsages, who can manipulate others’ minds and hear the gods’ voices.
Genre: YA fantasy
Status: on pause
The realm has to trust the witsages when they say the gods are ending the world. First by tornadoes, then earthquakes, then water, then fire, the gods plan to obliterate all but the worthiest—and naturally, no one is “worthier” than witsages, who can manipulate others’ minds and hear the gods’ voices.
Genre: YA fantasy
Status: on pause
the last ginger
In a world where her hair color brands her as different, how can Alexandra ever hope to fit in? When she's married off to a Congressor, she hopes people will learn to overlook this glaring difference. Instead, she can't help but live up to her hair's fiery hue.
Genre: YA science fiction
Status: Completed manuscript, self-publishing on Amazon Kindle, not currently seeking representation but open to offers
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Genre: YA science fiction
Status: Completed manuscript, self-publishing on Amazon Kindle, not currently seeking representation but open to offers
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