YA Contest Ending Soon

Hello!

     I have had so many amazing entries from amazing, talented people for the Young Authors Contest ! It was so much fun hosting, and I loved reading everybody’s stories!

     As the title says, the contest will be closing soon! Please comment your entries, or give me a link to the post! 

So far, in the running, we have…

Cupcakegirl10-Chapter from her book

Rainbow Girl-Stargazing Part 2 chapter 10

Volcana Shard-Lady of the Wolves

Kaylatot-Journey through the 6th Grade
I have been told by

Kaitlynrh1

Mary Louise

That they will be entering ! Unless you two get a chapter/short story by Feb. 1, I can’t accept you, sorry!

Great job to those who have entered, and I hope to see more soon!

Rachel

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  1. Here’s my story!

    Life for Lilly

    I step outside onto the leafy green grass, which squishes between my toes and glistens with dew. The early morning sky glows opal, the clouds heavy. The scent of rain is on the air, and a warm breeze whips my hair across my face. The storm on the air is almost tangible.

    “It’s not ready yet,” I whisper, looking at the sky.

    “We can’t take any more delayssssssss.” A serpentine voice hisses from the clouds. “Tomorrow. Or your family will pay for your mistakes.”

    “That’s not enough time!” I cry, tears streaming down my cheeks. “Please…” My voice breaks. “Lilly needs this. I need this.”

    “One day. Then, it’sssssss over.” There’s a flash of lightning, and the storm crashes down on me. They’re gone. And with them, they took the only hope I had left: restoring Lilly.

    “Aspen? What were you doing in the yard?” Mom asks, brushing a wet strand of hair out of my eyes.

    “Just soaking up the fresh air. Literally.” I say softly, staring at my bare feet. It’s too hard to look my mom the eyes these days. I’m worried if I do, she’ll know what I’ve done. What I’ve brought upon us. “I’m going to go change,” I mutter, heading upstairs.

    “Aspen?”

    “Yeah?”

    “Check on Lilly, won’t you?” Her voice wavers.

    “Sure, Mom,” I grumble. At the top of the landing, I knock on Lilly’s door, which has a handwritten pink sign that says LILLY’S ROOM in sloppy crayon on the door. I slowly open the door.

    “Lilly? How are you, sweetie?” I ask, my voice so fragile it might break.

    “Fine.” She says in a monotone. She’s sitting on the pale blue polka dot rug, her golden curls spread out around her in a glorious fan. Her stuffed animals are in a pile behind her. Before, she would be playing with them. But now…

    “How’s Mr. Stuffings?” I ask, lifting up a faded blue bunny and making it dance in front of her. She looks away and sighs. Time for my last attempt. “Lilly, remember Mrs. Bluejay?” I tell her, referring to the female bluejay with a broken wing that we’d cared for and then released. “Well, she laid eggs! Wanna come see?” I see a faint twitching at the corners of her mouth, and I feel a glimmer of hope. But yet again, it falls flat.

    “Nope.” Lilly states flatly, lying back on the rug, her eyes empty of all emotion.

    “All right. I love you,” I say, about to cry.

    “Mmm-hmm.” She replies as I close the door behind me.

    I can’t believe I let myself hope. Every time I see her, my heart fills with the hope that this was all a bad dream. That I’ll open her door, and my Golden Girl will have an ear-splitting smile on her face, and her eyes will be filled with wonder and curiosity once more. But once I see her blank eyes, ashen skin, and thin line of a mouth, I crash back to Earth, and rejoin the painful reality that is my life.

    I don’t know how I’m going to pull this off. But I have to! They took everything from me. And I’ll do anything to get it back. In my room, I tinker with the pod. Last time I tested it, I almost killed my poor victim, a black squirrel that came out with bulging eyes and a fear of everything. I had just finished rescrewing a tube when my mom yelled from downstairs.

    “Honey! There’s a boy here to see you!” She’s using that tone of voice. I roll my eyes and stump downstairs. I don’t have time for more drama, especially not of the middle school sort. The best I can hope is that this will be quick and easy.

    “I’ll give you two some space,” Mom says with a knowing wink, grinning cheekily at me as I step into the living room.

    “Eric Rogers. What do you want?” I ask bluntly, ready for an avalanche of insults.

    “I came to tell you something.” He looks bleak and disturbed. “I remember the kidnapping.”

    *************************************************************************************************************

    Once we’re hidden in the secrecy of the woods, I whirl around to face him. “Tell me what you know!” My voice is bordering on hysteria, both glad and terrified to learn that I’m not alone. My hands are shaking as I look at him, his arms limp at his sides, his auburn hair mussed and dirty.

    “A month ago, your little sister, Lilly, went missing,” He begins, lowering himself onto a mossy root. “You two were having a picnic, and she was just… gone. Just gone.” I close my eyes, remembering Lilly’s screams bouncing off the tree while the sun flashed tauntingly, mocking my desperate efforts to find her. When I open my eyes, I’m shivering. Eric offers me his jacket, and I take after a moment’s hesitation, not seeing the way he looks at me as our fingers brush.

    “Thanks,” I say grudgingly, pulling it tight around me. “How do you remember? Even my parents don’t. So why you?” My tone borders on disgust. After everything Eric has said and done to me, it’s hard to just drop everything and trust him, even for Lilly.
    “I think it’s cause I was out of town when she returned. I was at my friend Jared’s house for the weekend since my parents wanted to do marriage counseling without me in the way. When my mom picked me up, I asked if they found your little sister. She said Lilly had never gone missing.” He sighs, and I get the feeling that mine isn’t the only problem he has to worry about.

    “How could that have happened?” I shriek, eyes popping like a cartoon. “How can they remove a specific memory from an entire town practically overnight? That’s way beyond our technology. Then again, they’re a Kardashev Type II, so it’s possible.” I mutter the last part under my breath, talking mostly to myself rather than Eric. He, meanwhile, looks desperately confused.

    “What’s a Kardashian Type II?” I roll my eyes.

    “Kardashev Type II. It’s a civilization much more technologically advanced than us. A Kardashev Type II could harness the power of an entire star.” I explain impatiently.

    “Well, if they’re a Kardashev Type II, they must not be from Earth.” He’s onto me. Suddenly, I hit a speed bump in our road to victory.

    “Why do I remember Lilly’s kidnapping?” I ask. Eric’s forehead creases in concentration, and he waits before answering.

    “Because you know who took her,” he replies grimly. I grimace.

    “I can’t tell you who they are,” I mutter, glancing away from the drills that are his eyes, boring into me. “It’s too dangerous. I wouldn’t want you to get hurt.” Actually, that last bit is a lie. I’ve hated Eric Rogers since fifth grade, when I got my growth spurt and grew taller than all the boys. He teased me senseless about everything from my height to my boring straight brown hair to my freckles. Now, two years later, I still hate him.

    “Aspen, how can I help you if you won’t even tell me what happened to her?!” He cries in consternation.

    “Why would you ever want to help me? At school, you’re a total jerk to me, and now you show up at my house begging me to tell you all my secrets? You have no idea how hard this has been for me! My little sister is a dead-eyed zombie, and it’s all my fault!” Sobs mingle with my tortured words, and I collapse onto the forest floor. A waterfall of tears wets my face, dots of sadness among a forest of desperation.

    “I’m so sorry.” Eric whispers. “For everything.” He hesitates, then goes on. “Family can be really hard. My parents are getting a divorce, and it’s been really hard. They started fighting in fifth grade, and they decided to get a divorce about a month ago. It’s been really hard. I can’t say it’s an excuse for the way I’ve been acting, but it’s definitely a contributing factor. I’m really sorry.” Well, that explains a lot.

    “I won’t tell anyone.” I say, interpreting his wary look.

    “Good,” He breathes, relieved. “But… since I told you something, can you tell me what happened to Lilly, and who kidnapped her?” I take a deep breath and unwillingly spill my guts.

    “Lilly was kidnapped during a picnic. I should have been watching her, but I wasn’t. She wandered off into the woods, and by the time I noticed she was missing, it was too late. The sky clouded over, and it lit up green. Then, Lilly was screaming as though her soul was being ripped from her body.” I shudder at the memory, hugging myself as though it will take away the chill of the fear I felt that fateful day.

    “Go on,” Eric urges, equal parts excited and terrified.

    “Aliens from the planet Antia, called the Sazor, sucked up her happiness with this weird machine that looks like an IV. They sucked up sparkly golden light and put grey gunk into her, and ever since, she’s been like this. The only way I can get her back to the way she was before is by creating a prototype of a lifepod for them.” He looks confused and worried. “That’s a small, airtight, fully insulated environment that hooks onto the side of any spaceship.” He looks white, and his skin is so pale that his auburn hair looks like flames on his head by comparison.

    “You’re kidding.” He gapes.

    “I’m not. I seriously have no sense of humor.” I tell him.

    “You have to let me help! It sounds kind of like the escape pods in Star Wars. Besides, I’m very good with machines.” Eric begs, a note of pride in his voice.

    “Sworn to secrecy?”

    “Cross my heart and hope to die,” He replies, saluting me.

    “Alright, then follow me.”

    *************************************************************************************************************

    In my room, we examine the simple but effective plans I’ve made for the prototype.

    “Okay, so we need to weld the scrap metal together on top of this old saucer sled I found. My dad’s tools are on my desk.” He grabs the tools, I grab the materials, and we get to work.
    After the sun has dipped beneath the hills and the stars and moon have lit up the velvety night sky, my mom sticks her head into my room.

    “Eric? I thought you left hours ago. Do your parents know where you are?” She asks, suddenly suspicious. “And what exactly are you guys doing?” She gives our nearly completed lifepod the once over.

    “Science project.” Eric tells her. “And my parents are fine with me being here.” We high five behind the lifepod.

    “Well, Aspen, your father and I are going out for dinner and an eighties movie marathon. Can you watch Lilly? And can I trust you two alone together?” She gives Eric the eye, and my face burns.

    “Mom!” I cry, wishing a sinkhole would open up under my feet right at that moment.

    “Lilly will be with us,” Eric says quickly, his face a ripe summer tomato.

    “Alright,” She replies, looking dubious. “But Eric, I want you gone by nine.”

    “Yes, ma’am.” Mom leaves, and I retrieve Lilly from her pit of nothingness.

    “What are you doing.” It’s not even a question, just a statement pretending to be interested.

    “Oh, Lilly. Everything I’m doing is for you.” I brush away a tear and steel myself for the final preparations. This has to work. If it doesn’t, well… I don’t want to think about.
    When ours is the only house still lit in the night, Eric and I collapse on the floor. It’s done.

    “It’s time. Let’s roll it out.” I finally say. Eric groans, but pulls himself to his feet, and together we lift the finished lifepod onto four skateboards duct taped together. With much trepidation, we roll our contraption down the stairs. “Lilly! Come on, sweetie.” I call upstairs. She follows as Eric and I roll the pod into the woods, and Eric starts to speak.

    “Aspen, no matter what happens, I just wanted to say…” He hesitates, then continues. looking disappointed. In what, I don’t know. “I’m really glad you let me help.”

    “Me, too.” Suddenly, I stop in a large clearing, dotting with wildflowers. “Here.” Eric pales as I call up to the stars, my voice determined and hopeful. “It’s ready!”

    “Ssssssstep back,” A voice hisses from immense black expanse of sky. I jump back, pulling Eric and Lilly with me. A whirring noise fills the still night, and a chill wind raises goosebumps on my bare arms.
    In front of us is a shining silver spaceship, gleaming in the moonlight. I see my face reflected in its glimmering black windows. My face is so pale, I could probably count each and every one of my freckles, if I wasn’t so terrified. A gateway folds down from the roof, and onto it steps a Sazor woman. The green scales covering her body seem to glow in the dim lighting, and from her head sprouts thousands of tiny silver snakes. Her body is draped in silver silk, and around her neck is a necklace of glowing emeralds.

    “Sssssso. You have completed your tasssssk.” Her words twine sinuously around me, so that I don’t notice the other Sazor leave the ship until we’re surrounded.

    “Y-yes, I have.” I stutter my way through a sentence, detecting pride behind my terrified words. I’ve never before created something so complex.

    “What isssss thissssss?” She asks, her forked tongue flicking in between her scaly lips as she examines a small silver button.

    “Um… Steam regulation?” I didn’t install that. I glance over at Eric, but he won’t meet my eyes. “Wait, don’t!” I yell, just as the Sazor woman presses the button.

    BAM! We’re all blasted backwards. Oh no. Oh no no no.

    “What isssss the meaning of thisssss?” She howls, rising and dusting herself off. “That wasssss an attempt on our livessssss!” I know what this means before the thought has fully formed in my mind.

    “Eric, what have you done?” I whimper, tears welling in my eyes. I can’t believe I thought he had changed. I should’ve known better; you can’t teach an old (mean) dog new tricks.

    “I’m so sorry. I just didn’t think making this for them was a good idea. What they use your lifepod design to make it easier for them to attack the United States, or other planets?” His tone is a mixture of abashed and defiant.

    “Lilly is worth the galaxy!” I sob. We’re too busy fighting to notice the Sazor closing in. It’s not until we feel their scaly arms tight around us.

    “You have failed usssss. Now, you will pay.” They hiss in unison. I watch in horror as a burly Sazor man stabs a needle with a large vial connected to it into Eric’s arm.

    “What are you doing to him?” I scream, struggling in the scales that prevent me from helping him and Lilly escape.

    “You tried to take our livessss, now we will take yoursssss,” They chant, and understanding hits me like a ton of bricks.

    “No!” I wail, but I’m helpless. Slowly, Eric becomes drained and gray, and the vial fills with emerald green gas.

    “Aspen, I’m so sorry.” He rasps. Then, the vial is full, and Eric is gone.

    “No,” I shriek again, my voice wrenching with the pain of a much older person. But I’m just a thirteen year old girl who should’ve appreciated her little sister while she was still there, and who’s losing everything to the Sazor.
    Lilly doesn’t even protest when she’s jabbed with the needle, and I sob hysterically as her vial fills with rosebud pink gas, and my little sister is merely a body in the Sazor’s arms. And then they come for me. I fight death for as long I can, but when you have no life, you have no will to live. The last thing I see before my time runs out is Eric’s body, lying faceup on the soft green grass.

    “I forgive you,” I whisper to him, putting his spirit to rest. Then, I drift to the ground like a falling leaf, and see no more.

    *************************************************************************************************************

    “Aspen! Wake up, darling.” My mother’s breath is warm on my ear. Oh no. They must’ve killed her and Dad, too. At least we’ll all be together now.

    “Hi, Mom. I’m really sorry I went and got us all killed,” I murmur, opening my eyes. She laughs.

    “Honey, no one’s dead.” I notice Lilly standing behind her and squeal with joy.

    “Lilly! You’re alright!” For the first time in a long, long month, her face is lit with a smile. “What happened? How are Lilly and I alive?” I round on my mom, spouting questions at her.

    “Eric’s in the backyard. He’ll explain.” I race down the stairs and out the back door. Eric doesn’t see me at first, but when I run up and hug him from behind, he definitely knows I’m there.

    “Oof. Aspen! You’re alright!” His grin is a mile wide as I release him, blushing profusely.

    “Sorry. I’m just so glad to see you again! I thought that was the end.” He nods, understanding. “So, what happened?”

    “Well, the Sazor aren’t an alien race-they’re an illegal government organization on Antia, and they’re actually draconis, a half-human, half-snake race. Right after we, you know, died, Antia officials showed up and arrested the Sazor. They reinjected our lives, and Lily’s happiness.” I’m amazed, and a little embarrassed that I struck a deal with creatures that I knew almost nothing about. My bad! “We were in the hospital, but they had our parents take us home when we could breathe on our own.” His cheeks flame crimson.
    “Um, Aspen? I just wanted to tell you that I… Um… Really like you.” He mumbles, looking at his feet.

    “I really like you too! I think of you as one of my best friends,” I reply happily. It’s nice to know we have mutual feelings about each other. Eric’s face deepens to maroon, and he elaborates.

    “No, I mean in that way.” I don’t understand what he means. Finally, he has to spell it out for me in black and white. “Aspen, I… haveacrushonyou.” He blurts. Oh. Oooooooooh. Well, this is embarrassing. I avoid his eyes, blushing like heck.

    “I had absolutely no idea,” I tell him truthfully. “Eric?”

    “Yeah?” He replies.

    Lilly steps onto the back porch just in time to see me kiss Eric on the cheek.

    “Ooh, they kissed!” Lily teases, dancing around us.

    “Stop it,” I blush, but I’m smiling as I take Eric’s hand. “I love you so much, Lilly. You know that, right?” I ask her.

    “Mmm-hmm!” she replies cheerfully, hugging my leg.

    “My Golden Girl,” I say, kissing the top of her head. And as much as I’ve been through, I’m smiling as I walk into the woods with Eric and Lily.

    ——————————————————————————————————————————–

    Tada! That’s it. What do you think? Does this qualify?

    -Izzy-

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