Genre: YA Contemporary with a time-twist
Word Count: 89,000
When Stacy looks in the mirror she can talk to her future
self. But her future self lies. A lot. And it could cost Stacy the love of her
life.
He's made his office look like a living room, complete
with coffee table squatting between us. Too bad the door has a combination
lock. Kind of kills the good-time vibe.
As he sinks into a chair, he looks just like a doctor
should: greying hair, a well-trimmed beard, badger-stripes framing his lips,
and wire-rimmed glasses he must have purchased in the last ten years… as
opposed to those polyester shirt and pants.
"How are you today, Stacy?" His voice is too
loud for the muted tones of the room — all earthy browns and soft corners. Even
the furniture whispers.
I start to shrug, then freeze until the razors of pain
ease. My stitches are all out now, but the hard, pink lines spider webbing
across most of my upper body are a pitiful excuse for healing. Underneath I am
still many layers of mangled nerve endings and fractured flesh.
Body shot! Query and first 50 pages, please!
ReplyDeleteI have a weakness for timey-wimey stuff. 4 body shots.
ReplyDeleteTaptap! 2 body shots smack you on the butt. You cannot see your assailant, but you hear Otter Agent snicker somewhere off to your left.
ReplyDeleteMine was 4 body shots, too. Take cover, John!
ReplyDelete1 head shot! Full ms., please.
ReplyDelete6 body shots!
ReplyDelete