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Novel: When We Was A Child

Hi everyone!

First off, I'm available as a beta reader for your novels. I love reading and give very thorough reviews on plot, dialogue, pace etc.

I'm writing a novel and self-publishing it through CreateSpace on my birthday, November 5th, 2014. It's my 25th birthday and it is symbolic with the world I'm creating. I am looking for your philosophies, beta readers, and an illustrator for the cover. I will mention names in the acknowledgements section.

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In a world where an egg is conceived, split four times, and those four humans become copies of the first, many perspectives emerge.

One:
"Do you know what it's like to exist only in your own reality? Well, it hurts, a lot. I've never taken a breath, or made a choice. Someone else, my President, does all of it for me. I guess that's what I deserve for being late to conception. Ha, that's a joke. At least... I wish it was. Six sidereal years to go, and I'll be Dropping Age. I'll be in control."

- Me.Name (TBD)

Another:
"A four-way mirror follows me wherever I go, because I am the first. These tiny bumps behind my ears prove it. Four faces scrunch in pain, my face, I mean, scrunches, and reminds me of every mistake. If I, if I damage them they won't find themselves, and it'll be all my fault! There's so many choices, I don't know what to do. I don't want the responsibility, for them, Matri and Patri, for myself. I don't want the power." It's quiet. Even in my dreams, where they stare at me, accusing. "How can I teach you to be human with only fifth of a soul?" Their eyes are large, their backs stooped, they, I, am scared. "Please answer me."

- President Prodida
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