I am so unbelievably excited to have been chosen by the Rafflecopter gods to enter The Writer's Voice!!! Fingers crossed I'll make it into the next round :) Here goes:
SAVING SNOW
YA Lite Sci-Fi Fairytale Retelling
66,000 Words
In a futuristic society where soul-imaging suits are
required attire and the color of a person’s image determines status, privilege,
and share of precious few resources, seventeen-year-old Violet White’s gray suit
constantly reminds her – and everyone else – of the taint on her soul.
In the aftermath of an electromagnetic car crash,
Violet’s perfectly pure sister, Snow, goes missing. Hoping to clear her taint with
an altruistic deed, Violet chases a lead into a soul extremist camp, but is
confronted with evidence implicating her mother. Mrs. White kidnapped Snow, put
her into an artificial coma, and skimmed her daughter’s pure soul image to
display it as her own.
As much as it hurts, Violet must expose her mother,
but how can a girl in a gray suit compete with the purest of them all? With the
government convinced of her guilt, and her father blinded by the system, only
Violet can save her sister, but she has to do it before she’s caught and
convicted of a crime she didn’t commit.
SAVING SNOW is a YA light sci-fi Snow White
retelling and is complete at 66,000 words. The fast pace and thriller element
of this story will appeal to fans of Debra Driza’s MILA 2.0 while fans of Jodi
Meadows’ INCARNATE will enjoy the main character’s relationship with and
exploration of the human soul.
FIRST 250:
Fear of the impure battled the thrill of walking
among them until a man brushed my arm. Fear won. I sucked in a breath and
jerked away from the deep blue glow of his suit as if impurity were contagious. Maybe it was.
My palms stuck to the silky material hugging my hips
as I ran my hands down my sides. The familiar motion usually calmed my nerves,
but with my soul suit disconnected, my heart raced and I couldn’t manage a deep
breath.
“We should go,” I said. My gaze wandered over
charred buildings, cracked electronic billboards, and angry furrows where light
rail tracks had been dug out and used to support the crude shacks lining the square’s
perimeter. The impure had destroyed the old city.
At home, soul suits were mandatory, but here I
wasn’t the only one without my soul image on display. Most people wore loose,
scratchy-looking shirts and pants that revealed nothing about who they were, or
what they were capable of. They could be anything: pure or impure, harmless or
deadly. I ran my upper lip through my teeth and tasted salt. The unknown
twisted my imagination and filled my mind with sick possibilities.
Ryan caught my elbow and I forced my attention onto
his worried face. “You go ahead,” he said. “I’ll meet you back at the bikes.”
My attention slid toward the flicker of a soul suit
in the crowded square where a man offered dried meat in exchange for purified
water. I’d never seen a wild animal in my life, and I considered the
possibility that the flesh was human.
