Title: The Unbelievable Misadventures of Avery Mann
Word Count: 70,000
Song: Semi-Charmed Life (if only for the title and not the lyrics)
Pitch:
After the Wicked Witch of the Midwest tricks Avery into releasing a monster, he must summon up some courage and control his ability to alter reality or watch his world transformed into a twisted fantasyland.
After the Wicked Witch of the Midwest tricks Avery into releasing a monster, he must summon up some courage and control his ability to alter reality or watch his world transformed into a twisted fantasyland.
250:
A breeze blew through the gazebo, bringing with it the scent of white and purple roses. I breathed in. Mmmm. The garden in Kensington Park smelled so much better than the bushes behind Ms. Crabtree’s compost heap—which had made a great hiding place last year, but required nose-plugs and deodorant sprays.
The garden was quiet, too.
Chip! Chip! Chip!
Mostly.
Three baby chipmunks poked their heads out of a rose bush.
“Again?” I put down my comic and tossed them the last few peanuts from my lunch bag.
They dashed out, stuffed their chubby cheeks, and raced back home. Not even a thanks. Oh well, what could I say? I was always a sucker for animals.
I glanced at my watch. It was almost noon on the first full day of summer vacation and nobody had bothered me here. Not my six older brothers. Not my arch-enemy Max “The Wild Thing” Lovell. Not—
SWAT!
A piece of paper flew into my face.
“Gah!” I yanked the thing off me, ready to rip it into subatomic particles, but then the word, “Magic” caught my eye. A thrill fluttered up from the bottom of my stomach to the back of my neck as I shoved the flapping flyer against the ground.
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My thoughts flashed with visions of vanishing boxes, levitating wands, and smoke bombs galore.
A breeze blew through the gazebo, bringing with it the scent of white and purple roses. I breathed in. Mmmm. The garden in Kensington Park smelled so much better than the bushes behind Ms. Crabtree’s compost heap—which had made a great hiding place last year, but required nose-plugs and deodorant sprays.
The garden was quiet, too.
Chip! Chip! Chip!
Mostly.
Three baby chipmunks poked their heads out of a rose bush.
“Again?” I put down my comic and tossed them the last few peanuts from my lunch bag.
They dashed out, stuffed their chubby cheeks, and raced back home. Not even a thanks. Oh well, what could I say? I was always a sucker for animals.
I glanced at my watch. It was almost noon on the first full day of summer vacation and nobody had bothered me here. Not my six older brothers. Not my arch-enemy Max “The Wild Thing” Lovell. Not—
SWAT!
A piece of paper flew into my face.
“Gah!” I yanked the thing off me, ready to rip it into subatomic particles, but then the word, “Magic” caught my eye. A thrill fluttered up from the bottom of my stomach to the back of my neck as I shoved the flapping flyer against the ground.
Madame Magpie's Magic Shoppe Grand Opening
Incredible magic tricks, strange curiosities, and more!
All customers get a free token for our fortune-telling machine. One winner will receive a $100 gift card!
My thoughts flashed with visions of vanishing boxes, levitating wands, and smoke bombs galore.
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