Welcome to Camp Milestone:
One day. That’s how long it took for fourteen year-old Faye Martin’s ordinary life to take a dramatic and unexpected turn. First, she gets struck by lightning. Second, Benjamin Parker, the object of her obsession, witnessed her near-death experience. Finally, her parents force her to leave her hometown of Seattle to attend a summer camp, aptly named ‘Camp Milestone’.
Only, Camp Milestone is no ordinary camp. Before she knows it, Faye finds herself caught in a whirlwind of uncertainty, torture, calamine lotion and romance….All in the name of summer camp. But as the summer unfolds, she realizes there is much more to Camp Milestone than meets the eye. Will she be able to unravel the mystery that surrounds this unusual camp? And more importantly, will she be able to survive the madness long enough to put the pieces together.
Hello Readers! My name is Samira Armin Hodges and I'm the author of the newly released novel, Milestones. Elise was nice enough to participate in my ongoing blog tour. So far, I've done many interviews and some fun guest posts but for today, I wanted to do something different. You see, in my experience, many bibliophiles (aka bookaholics) also love to write. So in the spirit of writing and creativity, I'm hosting a contest. Below, I've written an unfinished short story which I would like for you to finish. Here are the rules of the contest:
* Length of the entry should be no more than a page.
* Entries should be emailed to me at firstname.lastname@example.org (along with your name and email address).
* Contest will close on Monday, June 28th and the winner will be announced on my blog, www.sahodges.blogspot.com
* Entries will be judged based on the quality of writing, their creativity and imagination. Bonus points will be given to those who come up with a title for the story as well.
* The Prize: A signed copy of Milestones and a hard-cover copy of Along for the Ride by Sarah Dessen (which I have recently read and would be happy to pass on to a fellow, dedicated book-lover).
* Contest is open to US residents only please.
That's all! Good luck with the contest and I look forward to reading your entries,
Samira Armin Hodges.
The Unfinished Story
My knees are bloody. For a moment, I can feel the burning sensation that ensues as my raw wounds are exposed to the cold, crisp air of autumn. It stings. Before I have time to cringe, my adrenaline kicks in again and I gain momentum. I’ve been running for a long time. I didn’t know I had it in me to run for so long. For one, I’m no marathon runner. I don’t do track and field and I’m not exactly the athletic type. But it’s amazing what a little motivation will do. Today, the motivation comes in the form of fear.
You see, I’m being chased. He’s been chasing me for miles. He’s almost caught me twice but by the skin of my teeth (and by the luck of the draw), I’ve managed to escape him. Twice. I’m not sure I’d be lucky enough a third time. Part of me wants to give up and quit running. I could face the fate. Face the consequences. But the other part of me knows that reality is far too awful to bear. I have to keep running. I just have to. Bloody knees or not, I must outrun him.
“Daniel!” That’s the first time he’s called out to me. Instinctively, I turn around at the sound of my name. My foot catches on a gap between the cobblestones on the road and I fall again. Ow. Stupid cobblestones. We don’t have those in
“Daniel, wait,” he calls out again. This time, I don’t turn around. I get back up in one swift motion, shrugging off my aching, pulsating wounds, and leaving a small trail of blood behind me. He’s getting closer, I can feel it. I cannot let him catch meDespite my previous state of denial, one thing becomes quite clear to me: we can’t go on like this forever. Either he will catch me or I will lose him. One of us will win and the other will be defeated. I keep running. I’m panting. My legs are tired. Maybe it will be me. Maybe I will be the one to be defeated. Maybe it’s time to accept reality. I can feel my pace slowing down…. But just then, it appears. And just like that, I know what will happen.