Dear Ms. Marini,
and daydreams don’t mix, especially when saving a planet.
year old Jimmy Ranfaz is the best at everything he does, all in his daydreams.
So, when his psychic superpowers activate, he does great things,
terrible...yes...but great. With him endangering every living thing on Earth,
destiny crashes his door when the tree-descended humans of Ulfitron herald him
as the reincarnation of their previous saviour against the warring world of
Tyzet, who threaten to wipe the Ulfitronians clean off the planet.
crashes and burns through his training, earning merit badges in mediocrity and
frustration. His dreams of being the all-conquering superhero are shattered
when he barely survives a massive assault by Tyzet. Saddled with a powerful
Ulfitronian trainee, whose condescension drives Jimmy up a wall; he sets out to
find the legendary trees which gave incredible power to his predecessor.
the journey lies a deep deception, which not only betrays him as a decoy for
his partner but also brings out a chilling truth: he is the villain
reincarnated. With the attack threatening Ulfitron days away, Jimmy must decide
whether to die saving thousands of Ulfitronians who betrayed him or pursue the
quest for the legendary trees and the unlimited power he always dreamed of.
EXTRAORDINARY is a 68,000 word MG Sci-Fi guide for choosing quirky, inefficient
and altogether useless superheroes. With a unique look into the world of space-time
continuum, I hope the nerdy explanations of new naturalx laws in the novel will
pique your interest.
Thank you for your time and consideration.
“Blast it! I’ll be late,” Jimmy swore, looking at his watch.
As he turned away from the window, the sleeve of his polo caught. He tugged and
He directed a death glare towards the window sill, but saw
nothing which could’ve snagged it.
I don’t have time for this. Jimmy rushed out of his
room and jumped down half the flight of stairs.
“Young man, how many times have I told you not to do that?
Start behaving like you’re thirteen.” His mother’s voice barely registered, as
he dashed outside.
I can’t be late today. Not today. C’mon, seven minutes, I
can do it.
He skipped past the slew of morning joggers dodging left and
right while twisting in mid-jumps to avoid the mailboxes and benches.
He accelerated. Blood pumped through his veins and his heart
thumped. Hands like sharp knives cut through the wind and legs in perfect sync
pound the ground at increasing intervals. He overtook Carl Lewis. He thrust
forward. Past Owens! Just one to beat. He was gaining. Level now. His eyes
watered with his last burst of strength. He neared the finish line. And...
He crashed into a garbage can, tripped and went flying
through the air skidding to the end of a kerb. His knees hurt and his glasses
were skewed and balanced precariously on the bridge of his nose.
People stopped to look at him. Some muttered about
carelessness while other teenagers groaned about garbage cans being kept at all
the wrong places.