Genre: Fantasy
About QuandtuniverseLocation: California Home Region: Age:16 Website: http://quandtuniverse.livejournal.com Favorite novels: too many to name Favorite writers: Luis Fernando Verissimo, Shakespeare, smart people Favorite music: depends on the mood Non-noveling interests: animation, art, science, medicine, steampunk, history, cultures, psychology, languages |
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Brief Author Bio: I used to write really well back in 2006, but then went through a terrible experience that left my writing stunted and obsessive. I'm hoping NaNoWriMo will help me kick my writing skills back into gear. I was born in the US, grew up in Brazil, and am now living in the US again in order to pursue my dreams of becoming an animator. I like to learn about stuff, so basically everything interests me. |
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Synopsis: Sweet Dreams
A fifteen year old girl receives a ring from a stalker overly enthusiastic secret admirer on Valentine's Day. What they don't know is that this ring is maaaaaagic. When she falls asleep that night, she wakes up in a parallel world that exists by feeding off our dreams! The natural consequence of this is that nightmares in our world cause trouble in theirs. So, it's up to her to stop these nightmares at all costs....
Excerpt: Sweet Dreams
Full chapters can be found at http://quandtfiction.livejournal.com
Kari could feel a sort of presence even before she opened her eyes. It was as if someone was standing in very close proximity to her face. She was waking up slowly; she did not hear the shrieks of her alarm clock beckoning her to get up and face the new day… She could feel sunlight on her body, her entire body, and below her felt scratchy, as if she were lying on… grass…?
Kari’s eyes shot open. She was staring into two big, deep, bright orange eyes. She shrieked and scooted back as much as she could without stumbling over. The orange eyes belonged to a boy who could not be any older than twelve, and when Kari screamed he backed off but didn’t look surprised. He had medium-length orange hair, and bangs framing his face that just barely reached his chin. He had a red tattoo of a swirl on his forehead. He was wearing very weird clothes Kari had never seen before. White shirt with a tied up collar, baggy white pants stuffed into small white boots, a long orange vest that went down below the waist, triangular at the bottom, and closed with five black clasps. He bounced his head sideways, as if he were very intrigued by Kari. And although this was a very odd situation, Kari didn’t feel very fazed at all.
The boy smiled innocently. “I’m Deif,” he said.
Kari just stared. She was about to get up and introduce herself when she realized she was completely naked. She screamed and laid flat on the ground, shielding herself. But Deif didn’t seem bothered.
“What’s the matter?” he asked, blinking.
“I need clothes,” said Kari, utterly embarrassed.
“Oh yes,” said Deif, as if he just realized she was naked. “I’ll bring you some clothes.” He hurried off and Kari crawled to a nearby bush, hiding behind it.
It seemed like she waited forever behind the bush before she heard the boy calling for her.
“Girl!” he shouted. “Girl! I have your clothes!”
Kari poked her head out and saw Deif looking around. “I’m here,” she said, and Deif looked at her, smiling. Kari noticed he wasn’t carrying anything, and he didn’t have a bag with him either. “My clothes...?” she said hesitantly.
“Oh yes,” said Deif, and he put a hand over his chest. It glowed, and in a flash of light he pulled out a shirt, and then some underwear, and then a pair of pants. Once he was done he handed the bundle to Kari, who struggled for a minute to get dressed behind the bush.
Kari finally got a chance to really take in her surroundings. She was in a field, surrounded on most sides by a forest, and to her right the field started bumping up and down with hills. On these hills were little houses and on one of them was what looked like a church, except there was the shape of a moon instead of a cross.
“Come with me,” said Deif, smiling. Without waiting for an answer he grabbed her hand and dragged her off to the church.


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