Small Press Finalist #12 - War and Me

War and Me
YA Historical Fiction
63,000

Query:

Flying model airplanes isn’t cool, not for fifteen-year-old girls in the 1940’s. No one understands Julianna’s love of flying model airplanes but her dad. When he leaves to fly bomber planes in Europe forcing Julianna to deal with her mother’s growing depression alone, she feels abandoned.  But Ben, the new boy in town, likes her odd hobby.  She falls hard despite her best friend’s mistrust.  Navigating the uncertainties of a first love with an emotionally absent mother and a skeptical best friend proves a challenge.    

Daily the realities of war invade Julianna’s world, especially when her first Valentine’s Day dance with Ben is ripped apart by the news of another Bridgmont casualty. Soon after, Ben drops his own bomb into her life when he decides to join the war. He hopes his secret repair of her beloved Super Buccaneer model plane will be enough for her to forgive him as he prepares to deploy. But the longer Ben is gone, the more Julianna has to consider whether letting her first love drift away would be easier than hearing of any more casualties.

Love, loss, and self-discovery amidst scrap metal competitions, rationing, air raid drills, USO events, and the news of the day from overseas place the reader on the American homefront in the 1940’s, but the emotions are much the same as those of teenage girls today.

First 150 Words:

1943

It’s funny the things you do when you’re paired against an adversary called War. The thought of collecting other people’s junk a few years ago would have disgusted me. But if hunting for scrap metal to turn into weapons to defeat America’s enemies would bring Dad home sooner, then I’d do it.
“Julianna, let’s get down to the river,” said Caroline. “Hurry! No way that boy’s getting dibs on the scrap metal out there.”

I couldn’t stop staring at the unfamiliar boy across the river. He wasn’t from Bridgmont. I was sure.
“Maybe we should walk down river a bit. I don’t want to look like we’re taking over that boy’s territory,” I said.

“No way. We go upriver because anything washing downriver he’ll have first chance at. We’re winning this contest. I need that money to buy a real dinner,” said Caroline. “One night without rations.”
So that’s what we did.

Pitch Polish #110 (missed entry - added later)

The Mirror Tells No Lies

Adult Fantasy

125,000 Words

Query: 

Over 250 years after Snow White’s death, a new generation of heroes, magicians, and monsters struggle with the consequences of her happily ever after.

Some would say that when Snow White and Prince Charming the First ruled the Kingdom of Evaenor, they brought a Golden Age of peace when they banned the barbaric ways of magic the Poisoner Queen wielded so ruthlessly.  In fact, that is what Ruby Wryder believed until the Inquisitors came to arrest her and she had to flee to the forest.  She finds shelter with a mysterious group of healers calling themselves The Sisterhood who use magic in defiance of the law.  Their leader is the enigmatic Abbess, a powerful magical creature who at once fascinates and terrifies young Ruby.  While Ruby strives to learn more about the secret magic that attempts to survive in the shadows of the Kingdom, she and the Sisterhood are unaware that the King has fallen deathly ill.  Desperate to save his father, Prince Phillip Charming the IV must seek the help of the Sisterhood, though he distrusts magicians as much as they distrust him.

   

First 150:

Prologue:

            Snow White.  Cinderella.  Prince Charming the First.

            They are dead.

            They have been dead for over 250 years.

            You’d never know it with how damned near-obsessed people still are with their lives, as though we’ve already achieved all the greatness we can as a society.  Is our Kingdom so mediocre that we cannot hope to achieve better than a pumpkin carriage and ridiculously small and impractical footwear?

            I think we love that old guard, that Golden Age, because we dream that we can be them one day.  Someday, our bitter cup could be taken away and we too might live happily ever after.  People love a bit of fantasy.

            But there are consequences to a happily ever after too easily won, though they never felt them in the halls of the White Palace.  We carried them on our backs. 

            We magicians.

            We fair-folk.

            We monsters.

            We women.

            Then, just as we were all about to sink from the weight of our burdens, a few brave souls crawled out of the mire and fought for happily ever after.