Kyle JonesOctober 19, 20094
In collaboration with Scholastic Inc. PUSH imprint, the Alliance for Young Artists & Writersis pleased to present the Novel Writing Category. Novels are longer narratives divided inchapters. Adaptations of, or sequels to already existing published works are notaccepted. The submission must include an outline for the entire book, not to exceed twopages, which is not counted in the 50-page limit. Approximately 500 novel manuscriptsare submitted each year. One national-level Novel Gold Medalist will work with aprofessional editor to complete his/her manuscript, with the possibility of publication.Students whose works are not recognized will NOT receive feedback on their submissions.
Grades 7 – 12:
Limited to 12 – 50 pages. Must include at least three and no more thanfive chapters. If more than 50 pages or five chapters are submitted, the first 50 pages orfive chapters will be read.
for ALL Novels regardless of region: Allnovel submissions must be received by March 12, 2010 and sent directly to: Alliance for Young Artists & Writers (Novel Writing), 557 Broadway, New York, NY 10012
Friday January 16,2009
It finally happened today. My anger finally got the better of me. My new court mandatedtherapist tells me I have to keep this stupid journal from now on, “This will help you place your anger into a safe outlet.” She wants me to write down what happened first. Well here goes.It started like every other Friday of the year; I woke up, ate my captain crunch, got dressed andwent off to school. On my way to my fifth period A.P. Art Jasper stopped me in the hallway and toldme he needed to talk to me after school in the parking lot. Jasper and I have been friends since we werein first grade. We spoke to each other about every thing so I thought nothing of this. After the 7
period bell rang I went to my locker and gather all my books together and casually walked out to my car, onlyhalf-remembering that Jasper had asked me to meet him. As I unlocked my car and start to put all mystuff into it, Jasper came up to me in close to a complete panic, which is very unusual for Jasper because he is generally a very calm and collected guy. When I got a good look at him I was terrified.“What's wrong!” I exclaim with worry in my voice.“It happened again!” he screamed so loud it's a wonder the windows of the school didn't shatter.“Jasper,” I say hurriedly, “calm down and tell me what happened! ”“It's Harlow. Its happened again.”By now he's completely out of breath. If it weren't for the black Honda shoved underneath him Idoubt he would have been able to stand. Usually I would have mocked him unmercifully for being insuch a ridiculous state of exasperation, but this time I couldn't bring myself to do it for he had saidthose words. Those words meant Harlow was in serious trouble and she needed our help fast.Harlow was Jasper's twin sister. Ever since I can remember she has always been apart of our “Rat Pack”, as our parents called us in an obscure reference to a long forgotten time. She's about fivefoot nine inches tall and one hundred and five pounds, she was very proud of this fact so she made itknown to us every time the subject even remotely came up. She was beautiful; she has red-brown hair and silky smooth, lightly tanned skin. Her eyes are a glorious amber brown, when she's not wearing her blue contacts, that engulfs your entire body and leave you in an euphoric state of bliss, and her voice isa sweet, soothing symphony of harmonic tones. In essence, she is the perfect girl. Harlow, however,has an issue with her love interests. In the past, Harlow hasn't had the best of luck with guys.