No Working Title, Chapter 1
thriller, science fiction, novel, young adult
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July 13, 9:28pmWork Description
A work-in-progress sci-fi novel about a girl named Jena - when the cops start shadowing her, she's afraid it's because of her supernatural abilities, the essence of which is similar to pyrokinesis. When a confrontation between her and the police takes place, she learns of a government plot to erase her from the face of the earth and has to fight to stop it.
Chapter Description
Introduction of main character
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I held a piece of bread in my hands, watching it toast. The surface visibly crisped over, and the butter melted on my fingers. Staring out the window, I gripped the slice for a little too long, burning the edges. I dropped it on a plate. The rain outside tapped on the window, like someone wanted in. It seemed almost night, storm clouds choking the sky, like somebody had thrown a gray sheet right over the sun.
I groggily tore off a bite of toast and started on a glass of orange juice, wondering what shade the rings under my eyes were today. The house was silent but for the drone of the countertop TV in the corner – Dad had already left for work. I leaned back in my chair, thinking. I had always wondered why he had to leave so early. The engine of the Cadillac would roar to life as early as 3:30 in the morning. These days, I just slept through it. Many times I had asked him what his job was, and many times he had told me “it’s complicated, Jena.”
Usually I would drop it then, try to formulate my own guesses. Maybe it was something for the government. I would try to picture him in a suit and tie and fail. Fondly, I thought of the ragged jeans, the old Steelers T-shirts, and the ever-present leather jacket, which may have been nice once, but now it was worn to the point of no return. The thought of him dressing up almost made me laugh out loud.
Wondering when he would get home tonight, I swallowed the rest of my juice. It would probably be around eleven, I guessed. I had never really delved deeper to find out why his day was so long, and I wasn’t curious enough to start. The chair scraped loudly on the kitchen tile as I stood up and took my plate and glass to the sink. Thunder growled outside. The digital clock on the microwave said 7:05; I sat back down and turned my attention to the little kitchen TV.
President Conrad Bainbridge was delivering yet another early-morning speech, complete with waving hand gestures and long, timely pauses for effect. In those pauses, his creased but young face hardened, and his eyes, which were of no definite color, glared unblinkingly at the viewers. Not at the camera, but at every single person watching. He stare was commanding – no, I would even dare to say it was threatening. I wasn’t watching him; he was watching me. And his face was accusing me of something.
He continued, rambling on about national unity and homeland security and the like. It could have been inspirational. It could have been moving. But it wasn’t, because the harshness in his face gave away the falsity of what he said. You could tell it wasn’t true.
At least, I could. I had known this guy was bad news from the start. From the first day he stood up in front of the nation and gave one of these speeches; to the months when he miraculously unified the Patriot and Unionist parties; to when President Sullivan slowly lost the backing of the people; and then when Bainbridge had quietly wrested control of the administration. No, he wasn’t picked for the job. No, he didn’t have the popular vote. And no, he definitely wasn’t elected. There hadn’t been elections for ages – not since my dad was a kid.
I might only have been sixteen, but I could understand that something was wrong with this picture. Hands scanning the basket in the middle of the table, I found the remote and clicked the TV off. Bainbridge disappeared.
Everything was quiet for a while as I listened to the rain, a little edgy from the speech. Then the phone rang shrilly, breaking the silence and making me jump. I stood up and crossed the room, swiping it up from the counter. The caller ID said CALLAGHAN. I took a breath and answered it.
“Hey, Guy,” I said, clearing my throat and casually crossing my arms.
“Hi Jena. I’m out front.” His voice sounded tired too on the other end.
“Be right out. Thanks.”
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Great stuff. Can't wait to read the next lot. Keep up the standard.
I’m not a big fan of science fiction but this first chapter is presented in a very grounded manner which makes it more accessible to non-sci-fiers like me.
You have a very definite direction that you are moving this story in so it is very easy to read and follow.
I think your strongest skill, based on this piece of writing alone, is your characterization. Not only do you do a great job of physically describing the characters but also you use dialog extremely well to improve on each character’s definition. The three main characters, Jena, Lila, and Guy are all very different and interesting without feeling like clichés. Another minor note on the characters, I really like your name selection for all of your characters. I have a terrible time picking names for my characters that are individualistic but not so ridiculous that they are distracting.
I already mentioned your great dialog, but it does feel like the writing style of your dialog is creeping into the narrative. The narrative often feels very short and hard to read. It sounds very much like the way a sixteen year-old girl speaks. This is probably what you want it to sound like and if this is book is intended for young adults that would be fine. However, as an adult reader I find myself losing interest as I listen to a teenage girl try to tell a novel-length story.
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President Conrad Bainbridge…
This is a great name. It’s creative but still believable.
Not at the camera, but through to every single person watching.
I think this sentence would be smoother if you removed the word ‘through’.
For March, it was cold.
This is one of several sentences where the order of words makes the flow of the writing feel stilted. The comma adds an awkward pause. As a reader I would prefer something like ‘The weather was unusually cold for the month of March.’
…ignoring the rain.
How could it be raining if the temperature is freezing? I’m guessing that you didn’t intend the word ‘freezing’ to be taken literally, but it might be a good idea to choose a different adjective.
…which had fogged over the second I got in.
This is the second time that you used the word ‘second’ to imply a short period of time. How about ‘…which had fogged over the instant I got in.’?
It was unkempt, a shaggy thing perched over his mouth like a worm-shaped rodent or something.
Great simile here, but I think it is partially ruined with the ‘something’ tagged on at the end.
I think there is a potential for a great story here and I look forward to reading chapter two.
i like the beginning very much. you automatically introduce the main characters abilities, and introduced her father. The facts that she doesn't know what he does for a living, and that he wont tell her adds to the mystery and makes the reader wonder.
I noticed you gave the president a name. Is this simply an act of good detail, or will he become a major player in the story to come?
I like the way you hint that the character might have feeling for callaghan by the way she notices her imperfections when he's around. its a nice touch. And i like this character Lila. Her semi-neurotic personality gives her a sort of "fun person to be around" kind of feel. I think its a good thing that her friends know about her abilities. This eliminates the hassle and drama of having to hide it. its always good for a character to have someone to turn to.
She complains about living in a dull town, but you would think that someone with her talents would be looking for some kind of normality. This says a lot about her character. It helps the reader realize the potential passion for the incredable she has.
It was simple – they blew the starting horn.
It was a mad dash down the street.
I tripped.
I skinned my knee.
Guy stuck out his little seven-year-old hand.
I took it, and he helped me up.
He got me a Band-Aid.
And then we were friends.
I think this would be better if it was made into one paragraph. the short burst of the sentences adds to a good rythem, but the template just seems a little awkward.
'Now, Jena, you wouldn’t do something like that, would you?' I seized up. It was Marilyn’s voice, and it was whisper-close, almost inside my head…
AH! she's telepathic! i did not see that coming. This is definitely a surprise. I honestly thought that if anyone else was going to have powers other than Jena, it would be Guy or Lila. I can already tell that this chick is going to be trouble. Great twist, and so early too!
Overall, great story. Keep up the great work. Can't wait to see the next chapter.



"I held a piece of bread in my hands, watching it toast. The surface visibly crisped over, and the butter melted on my fingers. Staring out the window, I gripped the slice for a little too long, burning the edges. I dropped it on a plate. The rain outside tapped on the window, like someone wanted in. It seemed almost night, storm clouds choking the sky, like somebody had thrown a gray sheet right over the sun."
I had difficulty right from the start understanding where you were going with this piece; at first I thought it was science fiction, but after reading the second paragraph, you seem pretty normal. So how is it that your hands are able to make toast brown? You state that you "gripped the slice for a little too long, burning the edges." Granted, I have not read beyond page one, but if you do have supernatural power, I think you need to give the readers a bit more information about you someplace on page one or page two, because the rest of the narration and back draft sound so normal.
I can discern that this is not your usual run-of-the-mill administration, certainly not in America. I don't believe we have descended to that level -YET. Excellent writing, otherwise. You've done a great job establishing the setting.
Keep writing...
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