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Thursday, March 14, 2013
BIGFOOT BOY: LOST ON EARTH - an excerpt
A sample from my young adult novel that's actually written
and looking for an agent or publisher. Bigfoot
Boy: Lost on Earth is the story of Errl, an alien Sasquatch teen, who is
stranded on Earth when his spaceship leaves without him. He struggles to find
his way home in a series of misadventures and a love interest (Hunny, the
golden native Sasquatch girl who befriends him and his human pal Joey).
AN EXCERPT FROM CHAPTER ONE
"Errl. Pssst. Look at this. It's ill,"
Errl's best friend Berndt whispered. "The humans eat eggs. They're camping right below. Something is sizzling in a flat
iron pan. Worm infested pig meat and eggs. Gross."
"Shut up. The Teach is looking at us."
"Dr. Teach? He's too touched in the head to
notice."
"He thinks out loud same as us. He's just
different. Old codger. Gummy wad, Berndt?"
"No, thanks. My cud's full."
The boys and girls with big hairy feet were on their
yearly field trip to Earth from Planet X. Errl, the smallest of them, combed
the hair on his legs. He didn't want to listen to their MiddleSchool teacher.
They were learning English and Errl heard enough to get by if he had to.
Getting by was good enough for him. Later he wished he had listened more
carefully.
"Shhh. Some cute girls just got on the
airpod."
"Where?"
"Oh, that's your sister, Errl. Torannee. Hard to
tell with the long blue streaked hair down the front."
"Ee-yah. All the girls are coloring their body
hair now."
"Still. Your sister's cute, Errl."
Their speech sounded like grunts and bleeps to an
untrained ear. Even by Bigfoot standards, Errl was ugly. He began to comb the
hair on his face.
"Gross. Who's her friend?"
"I think it's Lally. I wish Teach hadn't kept the
girls in another part of the ship. It's hard to tell one from the other."
Berndt flattened his webbed fingers and whistled. "There's water down
below." He scanned the Moduports in the front of the airpod. Teach grunted
into the control panel. The pod eased across the tops of the forest below,
scaring deer into the open. Their ship was silent and still invisible to the
group of young human campers.
"They're eating eggs and wormy pork meat, with
chunks of rat infested bread."
"Ee-yah, their eyes and smell aren't as keen as
ours, Errl. The rest of us, anyhow. Maybe not you." Berndt laughed. He
slapped Errl on the back.
Errl put down
the comb. Teach dropped his gummy wad. He picked it up again and chewed. Errl's
sister smiled at Berndt behind her long blue hair.
"What's that white stuff on the big hills?"
"They call it winter. Don't you know
nuffin'?" Berndt winked at the six feet tall Bigfoot girl. She was
starting to show signs of stars in her eyes and long hair on her belly.
"I'd rather sleep than listen to Dr. Teach."
The ship lurched. Teach went skidding past them. The
laser machine that guided the airpod sparked and smoked. The girls clung to the
rails at the side. They tried to get to the control panel. Lally whipped her long
arms around the controls and pulled. Teach skidded past them again as the ship
righted itself. Errl grasped the rails. The ship screamed to an emergency
landing in the forest below, Torannee and Lally at the controls. Teach grunted
and swore. His fuzzy hair matted where he sat on his butt.
"Holy pine nuts," Errl said. "What
happened, Dr. Teach? The Humans must have seen that."
"One of their radio satellites knocked out our
power," Teach said. "I forgot to set the screens."
"You forgot
to set the screens?"
"No harm done," Torannee said. "The
human campers didn't see us." Her voice sounded like sacks of rocks
crunching together. Berndt thought she was beautiful.
"I don't think they saw us, anyhow." She was
wrong.
I'm looking for an agent for this 35,500 word young adult/middle grade novel. Any comments?
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