Just found out about this, and it sounds super cool! So I’m throwing my entry into the pot as well. The rules are over at Brenda Drake’s site,and a bunch of writers have already signed up. But apparently plenty more can.
So you have to guess the age of the main character based on the first 250 words of the ms., without knowing genre or anything else.
Put your guess into the comments, give me any feedback you want about the snippet, and thanks for playing. 🙂 Oh, and go check out the other contestants, too.
Without further ado, here are my 250 words:
I wake up with a very small, very ticked off firedrake sitting on my chest.“Aw, crud,” I mutter. Sunlight stabs through the light curtains jigging in the breeze that comes through the open windows. Summer nights in the desert are warm, and I always sleep with the window flung open as wide as it can go. Sunlight this strong means I’ve overslept.Sassy hisses in displeasure and taps me with indignant claws. Luckily, her claws are as tiny as the rest of her, so I barely feel it. Her red-gold hide is sort of pale, like a washed-out version of her usually bright self. She’s hungry. Which means all the others are, too.“Okay, okay. Sorry!” Flinging back the light blanket still twisted around me, I sort of stumble-roll out of bed and promptly fall to the floor with all the grace of a linebacker learning to dance en pointe. Sassy instinctively flies off but still manages to land upside-down next to me on the floor. Her claws scrabble at my bare legs as we both struggle to right ourselves and assess the damage.“Dammit.”What did I fall over? I look down and discover I have a long, tawny tail left over from my dreams, snarled around my legs and twitching just slightly.Sassy jumps back as she notices it too. A questioning chirp comes from her cute little beaked mouth. We both stare at my tail as I attempt to grasp the rapidly escaping dream.