TITLE: Professor Payne's Intrepid Time Travelers
GENRE: Young Adult Science Fiction
The following is the first few sentences of my manuscript. The book is about a group of students who can time travel and their adventures in Egypt.
Fourteen years old, and he held in his hand an object that would allow him to time travel. He glanced at his dad. His father had aged drastically over the past several years, his body was frail and failing. They had just arrived at the assisted living facility, his dad’s new home.
“Dad, are you sure?”
His dad nodded. “I’m sure, Finn, it’s yours. I doubt I’ll ever be able to travel again.” His once strong voice was now a whisper.
Finn knew the value of the silver comb in his hand. The design was intricate with the etching of a young woman holding a jeweled sword. He glanced around the small bedroom and felt regret that he had to leave his wonderful father there. But they had agreed that Finn could no longer take care of him and must return to school.
“Try it, son. Just a quick trip. I always found the travels of Lewis and Clark fascinating.”
Finn looked into his dad’s eyes that mirrored his own, brought the comb up to his hair and gave a quick swipe. A bright light engulfed him. His dad, the small room and the nursing home vanished.
Two letters in one day… a little odd since the professor had just moved into the dingy one bedroom apartment the day before. He glanced at the larger envelope. The paper was thick and rich with texture. It was addressed to Dr. Payne Johnson. He looked at the return address embossed with raised letters: University of Southern California. He sliced open the envelope and was greeted with an invitation to join the excellent Trojan teaching tradition.
He paused for a moment and then picked up the other letter. The paper was thin and inexpensive. It was addressed to Professor Payne. Someone must feel familiar with me to address me in such a manner, he thought. The return address was stamped and inferior.
The faded letters announced the sender as Whispering Pines Prep School for the Fine Arts.
Whispering Pines. She had spoken those two words to him in another country, in another era.
He caught his breath and with a shaking hand opened the envelope as he remembered her screams.
Dear Professor Payne,
Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Evy
Whitehouse and I’m the Headmistress at Whispering Pines
Prep School, a fine institution that focuses on the Fine Arts.
We pride ourselves in developing young actors and actresses
for the motion picture and stage industry, along with those
who wish to advance their talents in set and costume design.
Over the years we have developed a unique approach to
teaching these young, talented students. We have assembled
a staff of teachers and professors who are considered experts
in their historical fields and are able to teach all aspects of
certain eras to our students.
Our staff has traveled the world extensively, and many
are as widely traveled as you. THEY TOO have seen the
world at its brightest and dimmest. They CAN account for
many of the greatest moments in time when man’s classic
creations were made.