Sep 30, 2015
I probably should update seeing that everyone else is. The contest ends tomorrow, and I have done what I could. I made it to the 15th spot and hung in the top 20 for a good duration of this contest and for that I am thrilled. As of right now (1:53 PM PST) I am barely holding on to the 17th rung of this harrowing ladder. With only selling one to maybe three copies a day, U-Turn At Next Synapse has been unable to keep the stamina up with with the 23-64 copies a day Giants.
The contest is over, but the possibility of being published is not. I have 47 days. Repeat 47 Days to have 817 copies pre-ordered by you and your friends, and the world.
How many people can you get to take the U-Turn? Where two stories meet on the crossroad of a crumbling psyche:
It was just blind chaos; accumulating as much destruction as they possibly can. We had traveled a lot of road. To be driving in silence was exhilarating. It was pushing back the exhaustion, the burn in my thighs; the body, slowly dying, had exerted what it could. I was in pain, but it was more than just physical. The core was shot. I pulled out the crumpled piece of paper from my pocket, looked over the map, the crude lines resembling rooted weeds of a mansion estate. Even a widespread living quarters had the most intricate buds. There, I saw that Dragon’s Point was ten minutes out. My rest stop...ours.
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Christ! The kid! Jerry ran over to Johnny. The outer glass casing of the street lamp was fractured and the pieces were all around where John was moving. This light was damaged and it was done recently. Jerry ran over to help John out with the investigation that was taking a turn, finally. John was looking at the light from every angle on the ground, moving from position to position, sometimes on his back, other times on his knees, one with a jump backwards, reenacting what might have happened. John pointed his arm miming that he was holding a gun for each scenario. Jerry scooted around John, tiptoeing around the fragmented covering.