Category: Hivemind

Twilight lit an empty suburbia in sepia. His parent’s neighborhood was older, more traditional. The sameness scrolled by without triggering Isaac's conscious awareness. Yards circled each house, each house was ringed by bushes, every tree was lined with mulch, and each yard had a pleasantly curved island of flowers. Families in these old neighborhoods got an operating credit for lawn maintenance, but the scale of the operation ruled out creativity. He pulled into his parent’s driveway and pressed the gearshift into park. Then he turned the keys slowly, reluctantly in the ignition, drawing out the moment between on and off…

Curiosity He fell into the memory. He was twelve. He was in a gothic church, and the walls were grey stone, peaking in a graceful pointed arch. A crack in the foundation spidered the floor shooting up the wall. The light was beautiful, filtered in through the mosaic-colored windows. Stained glass chandeliers lined the walls, black iron, hung on heavy iron chains from heavy wooden beams. The pews were straight dark wood, with carved accents, facing toward the center, where Dan stood behind a pulpit carved with a dove-shaped hole bearing an olive branch…

Thank you for applying to be an advanced reader. I am honored. Here's the deal. Most of this novel is a work in progress. And it's not finished, so the plot really starts to fall apart in the middle. I'm not looking for copy editing. At least, not yet. I want help with the big ideas. I want help with the inconsistencies. I want help with the plot holes. I want to know when dialogue is forced or stilted. I want criticism. But you know what I also really want aside from criticism…