I should have written another mega-awesome story in the time between submitting my last story to the contest.
But I didn’t.
So instead I decided to submit a story I’d written several years ago, which is very cute but not really the type of thing they pick for Writers of the Future (in my opinion).
So I wasn’t too dejected when it was rejected. (No HM this time.) I made a resolution to submit every quarter this year and I MEAN TO KEEP IT.
Here, you can read the beginning!
Maybe ‘love’ is something that happens when two people trigger each other’s superpower.
Today, an overcast Saturday in January, is the first day of my life. Ignore the last five journals—they might as well be filler episodes for what will be a super adventure series. You see, today, as long as we stick with tradition and count 1am last night as today, I found out I have superpowers.
I am special.
I am amazing.
I am immortal.
I am now Super Stephanie, your San Francisco neighborhood vigilante.
I don’t know why this power has been bestowed on me, but it’s perfectly appropriate for a girl living in the Mission District. Just perfect. My first mission (see?) will be tonight, to find out whose dog starts barking at 4am. It’s got to be someone with a yard or someone who survives the winter with their windows open. It’s really been bugging me, especially when I worked at 6:00 in the morning. Remember how I completely changed my school schedule and my work shifts? Yeah, it was practically for that reason alone. Also because I don’t like to wake up before sunrise. Cruel world.