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Genre: Fantasy
About AnaraSimonsLocation: Virginia Age:18 Favorite novels: Harry Potter Series, Cirque du Freak, Sarah Dessen's Novels, House of Night, Catcher in the Rye, The Great Gatsby, Pride and Prejudice, Count of Monte Cristo, etc. Favorite writers: J.K. Rowling, Sarah Dessen Favorite music: Alternative, Rock, foreign music (Japanese, Spanish). Non-noveling interests: Day-dreaming, drawing, running, learning another languaeg and making sure I ace college. |
Joined: October 5, 2009 This Year: Official Participant NaNoWriMo History: NaNoWriMo posts: 23 NaNoWriMo buddies: 2
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Brief Author Bio: I was born in 1991 and have spent my life mostly in the United States, save for a brief two year stint in Japan. Graduated from high school in 2009 and am currently attending Old Dominion University with the hopes to be nurse. Eventually, I would love to be a Nurse Practioner and a Novel writer. |
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Synopsis: Of the Soulless (tentative title)
Sarah is soulless--she holds no emotions, likes, dislikes, or personality. The only thing she feels are basic needs and instincts: thirst, hunger, pain, sleep, cold, hot, and the lingering ache that she is missing something. When the Goddess of Fate descends on her, she is given a choice: gain a soul or die within the year.
The journey, however, is harder than the task. It requires a trip to the Temple of the Red Moon--given the name for the number of people who die trying to get there. However, it is not just the terrain and its inhabitants that Sarah has to worry (if she could worry) about. Every Millennium the moons turns red, granting the heart's desire to all that are within the shrine. However, space is limited and millions of people will do absolutely anything--including kill--to get what they want.
And the moon turns red in eight months.
Excerpt: Of the Soulless (tentative title)
He looked at the girl, standing in the middle of the room without saying a single word. Just standing there, completely silent. The more he looked at her, the more she irritated him. The more he was reminded of earlier, and of having to deal with Aurora and all of her crap. The more he didn't want to see this girl, to make her go away. His hand reached over, grabbing a bowl of soup and throwing it roughly in her direction. The bowl splattered the wall behind her as she straightened back up, still looking at him in with that emotionless face. Suddenly, he realized he could not longer stand looking at the face. The fire demon was over her in a second, pushing her roughly to the floor, pinning her to the ground. Flames erupted around them, onto the wood furniture and the wood flooring.
"Want to know what anger is like? Well, here is your first clue. How dare you mock me, standing there, saying you have no soul, saying you don't know anger. Everyone gets angry. Everyone! What? You think you're so much better than me? Do you? Do you!?" he shouted. The girl looked up at him, her expression the same solid, unchanging it was before. Smoke was filling the room faster than it could be vented out the door. Soon, she let out a few small coughs and began to struggle against the demon, struggle for her own survival. He kept her there, pinned, coughing as she could not breath. Her eyes winced slightly and he grinned. She was in pain, he relished.
"Please, let-- me-- go."
Everything within him halted as he stared at the girl, hardly able to go a few seconds without emitting some form of cough. He had her pinned in a burning building, without access to the necessary oxygen she needed to survive. And yet, she was laying there, looking up at him, her face in discomfort and a little bit of pain. But her voice reiterated something that was definitely missing from this scenario. Within those seconds, with those words, it dawned on Aja that the girl was not afraid. Her face held absolutely no sign of fear.
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