At the beginning of her senior year, Sadie signs up for a writing class in an attempt to confront her deep-seated insecurities, unaware that these insecurities mask a power within her so great that it has the potential to save--or destroy--an entire universe.
When a provocative encounter with her handsome writing teacher generates taboo fantasies about the nature of their mentor-student relationship, Sadie's doubts about her self-worth become tangled up with a desire to please her newfound crush no matter what the consequences may be. Sadie's teacher pushes their relationship further and further beyond accepted boundaries as he encourages her to abandon everything in her life to serve his purpose; a purpose that will draw out the power hibernating within her, whether or not Sadie is ready to embrace it.
MUSE is a Young Adult Fantasy novelette of approximately 25,000 words. Per the submission guidelines listed in your [contest page], the first 250 words are included below.
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runs from me
my ineptitude its prison
to flee its only hope
my faithless muse
it even left this poem
"If it was ever there to begin with!" Sadie groaned. She crossed the poem out word by word, making sure every last bit of it felt thoroughly rejected.
Across the table, Larissa poked at her salad, hunting for any rogue bits of cucumber while her boyfriend, Nick, propped his feet up on the metal cafe table.
Sadie's furious scratching caught his attention. "Something wrong?" he asked.
"Just another disaster bigger than the Titanic," Sadie grumbled.
"Can I see what you wrote?" Larissa leaned closer, her slender back curving forward as she tried to peek at Sadie's notebook.
Sadie slammed it shut. "Trust me, it's bad."
Nick snorted. "No matter what you write, you say it's bad."
"That's because it is!" Sadie threw her pen on the table. It clattered off the edge onto the tiled floor of the outdoor patio. Sadie watched it roll away out of the corner of her eye, determined not to fetch it even if it was her favorite pen. It came to a stop next to a dark brown suede shoe.
"Oh my god, look at him," Larissa said under her breath.
She was referring to the owner of the shoe. He looked about thirty, with skin nearly as dark as the sleek, black hair haphazardly brushed back from his forehead. As he rested his smooth chin against the back of his hands, Sadie could have sworn that a hint of blue slid across his skin like raven's wings caught by the light.