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Genre: Literary Fiction
About Sid the Odd 1Location: Somewhere between Rivendell and Gotham Favorite novels: Anything by Ted Dekker and J.R.R. Tolkien Favorite writers: Same as books Favorite music: The clacking of my keyboard; soundtracks Non-noveling interests: Reading, photography, vintage hats drawing, and altered books |
Joined: Juni 13, 2009 This Year: Official Participant NaNoWriMo History: NaNoWriMo posts: 22 NaNoWriMo buddies: 1
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Brief Author Bio: I began writing in 1st grade - we had to write little short stories. I picked up writing again in 5th grade in the form of journaling and little stories of fiction. Around two years ago, an experienced writer I personally know discovered that behind my quiet exterior was a budding writer. He urged me to continue writing, and that was the push I needed to begin writing more seriously. Recently, I took a Creative Writing class that was hard. Trust me, it was hard, but to me, it was simply an enjoyable challenge. Why? Because it was writing. |
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Synopsis: Masquerade
Everyone wears masks; it’s like clothes, one must wear one. But one girl grows up having second thoughts. On the day of her wedding, she foregoes wearing a mask, and walks down the aisle bare. She and her husband live happily for a couple years. The wife’s decision to not wear masks anymore spurs her husband to follow suit. One night, the town is attacked by an unknown race. They appear to be human and wear masks, but their masks are sewn on to their faces and their eyes cannot be seen save for black holes.
Many people are kidnapped and taken away by the Blind, as they are called, including the wife’s husband. The town sends out rescue teams, but the actions prove fruitless. They keep searching for months until they give up. The wife decides to go out on her own in search of her husband.
Excerpt: Masquerade
Every child looked towards growing up, so as to no longer wear their plain masks, but unlike most children, Ette couldn’t see the point in it. She remembered telling her mother that . Her mother flew into a tizzy. “What?!” She sputtered, “Child!” Her mother scolded.” Have you no decency? Our masks are what make us – they define us! You should be proud to have the honor of wearing one!”
Ette could only sit in her chair in silence as her mother prattled on. “In some parts, of the world, they don’t wear masks! They waltz around with their face bare! How vulgar!” Ette, not really fearing her mother, ventured to say, “What’s so vulgar about that?” She asked in a neutral yet innocent face.
Her mother had whipped around to face her, holding a spoon in one hand. Ette vaugly noted how it dripped with trumbel cake batter – one of her favorite cakes. Her mother looked at her and sighed. “Oh, Ette.” She said with an indulging smile. “Someday, you’ll see how important masks are to us.”
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