“Indulge your grandmother,” Mom said as I stared at her skeptically. “We don’t know how much time we have left with her.”
So I drove, grandma directing me the entire time. Her brown eyes were clear and discerning despite the deeply etched wrinkles surrounding them. Our destination was a rambling house at the edge of town, surrounded by acres and acres of long-neglected land overrun by thick brambles.
When we reached the front door, she raised her gnarled hand overhead and touched the red lantern that hung in the open doorway, closing her eyes, wrapping her other arm around me. A powerful wind whipped around us, knocking me to my knees.
That’s when I looked up at her. She was changed. Vibrant and youthful,skin glowing, jet-black hair spilling over her shoulders. I looked down at my hands, which were now gray, shriveled. Frantic, I touched my face, my skin rippling under my fingers.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, though her eyes told a different story, as I crumpled to the ground, choking for breath.
No matter how many straight-A report cards he brought home or first-place science-fair ribbons he earned, Kurt would never be Todd. He was the other son. The day he realized that was the day he started filling a jar with batteries.
Kurt watched as the android, his twin, slowly stood, powered by years’ worth of batteries he’d re-charged. It would join his parents in the car, headed to Todd’s latest game. Kurt had no use for sports. He turned out the lights and stared at the galaxy on his bedroom ceiling, tracing his name in the stars.
As some of you may know, I participated in NaNoWriMo last November. I’m finally done writing, editing, and proofreading the novel I finished during the challenge! I have submitted the manuscript to Swoon Reads. It’s still a long shot of getting published but we all have to dream, right? It’s completely free to read on the Swoon Reads e-reader. I’d love your feedback if you have a chance to look at it. And I would love it if you could give me a rating on the site. I’ll keep all of you updated!
Here is a description of the novel if you aren’t familiar:
200 years in the future, women over the age of 18 have lost the ability to conceive. Young women everywhere are cashing in on their fertility by selling their genetically-engineered offspring to the highest bidder. Television shows featuring pregnant teens are all the rage. Leni and her husband Rhys, both rescued from being dumped in an orphanage due to her undesirable genetic codes by their adoptive parents, have achieved their dream of being cast on Posh Preggers, the most-watched show on television, but are frightened as they begin to learn the startling truth behind Leni’s conception and birth, and the foundation of lies upon which her family was built.
Can you tell I am excited about the new Star Wars movie? I’m a lifelong Star Wars fan. I know my heart will lift tomorrow evening when I see these words scroll across the screen as the beginning strains of the familiar movie score fill the auditorium. These movies were such an escape for me, as they were I’m sure for generations of kids. I’m glad that I never lost the spark of imagination that made me fall in love with all of the characters, good and bad, in this far away galaxy. Seeing those words on the screen, the ones that start every Star Wars film, turn me into a kid all over again.
If you are a fan of the movies I hope you enjoy The Force Awakens too. But no, I’m not selling my tickets.