Futurefic sneak peak...
Thanks to windbeliever, I have a face for adult Simon. I've settled on James Franco. Yay!!!
Now all I have to do is finish the story. It was supposed to be a short story focusing on Molly...and then it grew on me. So I'm going to let it grow and see where it takes me.
Anyway, I thought I'd share the dustjacket and the first little snippet if you're interested.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. All of it belongs to Tim Kring, even Simon and Monty.
Author’s Note: I have no idea what Kring has up his sleeve for these characters. At this point, we don’t even know if Simon or Monty will develop abilities so I made a couple up. This is just my version of what the future might look like.
They have my brother. I don’t know when they grabbed him or how, but I know they have him. I knew I shouldn’t have left him alone that night. I should’ve stayed even though he didn’t want me to. If I’d stayed, he’d still be safe.
“Simon, I’m twenty years old. I can take care of myself,” he said.
“Monty, I can’t risk it. You know they’re out there,” I argued.
In the end, though, I gave in, and the Company kidnapped him.
Monty isn’t the first one to go missing. Over the years the Company kidnapped and released a lot of people - people like us, people with powers. They even tried to grab our dad once, but he flew away before they could hold him.
This time is different. The Company isn’t letting people go now. Some people say they’re either building an army or draining powers. No one knows for sure.
All I know is I’m going after my brother.
“You’re not going alone.” Claire stands in front of my door, not letting me through. She heard about Monty, too, and she’s trying to stop me from doing something stupid. At least, that’s what she said.
“Get out of my way,” I growl. I can already feel the prickling in my skin before I hear the thunder roll outside my window. After nine years of having this ability, I still can’t control it when I’m mad. Any minute rain, thunder, and lightening are going to bombard the city.
Claire holds her chin higher, defiance shining in her blue eyes. “You’re not going anywhere.”
OK...back to writing...
Now all I have to do is finish the story. It was supposed to be a short story focusing on Molly...and then it grew on me. So I'm going to let it grow and see where it takes me.
Anyway, I thought I'd share the dustjacket and the first little snippet if you're interested.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. All of it belongs to Tim Kring, even Simon and Monty.
Author’s Note: I have no idea what Kring has up his sleeve for these characters. At this point, we don’t even know if Simon or Monty will develop abilities so I made a couple up. This is just my version of what the future might look like.
They have my brother. I don’t know when they grabbed him or how, but I know they have him. I knew I shouldn’t have left him alone that night. I should’ve stayed even though he didn’t want me to. If I’d stayed, he’d still be safe.
“Simon, I’m twenty years old. I can take care of myself,” he said.
“Monty, I can’t risk it. You know they’re out there,” I argued.
In the end, though, I gave in, and the Company kidnapped him.
Monty isn’t the first one to go missing. Over the years the Company kidnapped and released a lot of people - people like us, people with powers. They even tried to grab our dad once, but he flew away before they could hold him.
This time is different. The Company isn’t letting people go now. Some people say they’re either building an army or draining powers. No one knows for sure.
All I know is I’m going after my brother.
“You’re not going alone.” Claire stands in front of my door, not letting me through. She heard about Monty, too, and she’s trying to stop me from doing something stupid. At least, that’s what she said.
“Get out of my way,” I growl. I can already feel the prickling in my skin before I hear the thunder roll outside my window. After nine years of having this ability, I still can’t control it when I’m mad. Any minute rain, thunder, and lightening are going to bombard the city.
Claire holds her chin higher, defiance shining in her blue eyes. “You’re not going anywhere.”
OK...back to writing...