I am in the middle of writing a book. It’s about a place called Haven City, which is on an Island. It’s going to take place in the future. But I am not saying exactly when in the future. So people in every time can read my story and feel like that’s what life might be, or was like at some point in time.
People on the island are all genetically engineered, because recessive traits are really rare in this time; and people want to keep these traits around for a long time. Blue, green, gray, light brown eyes are really rare outside of the island. Also Blonde, and light brown hair colors.
With all of the genetic engineering going on, there are some people who turn out looking like monsters, and or having super powers. The government doesn’t like these ”creatures”, and put them in camps. After a few years the ”creatures” die off. But some of the genetically enhanced people are born with powers, which develop when they hit puberty, some of them don’t even know that they have powers.
The genetically enhanced people with super powers keep their powers secret; but after a few years the government figures out they have powers, and take them away to ”take tests”. (They aren’t taking tests, they’re killing them. It’s just a COVER UP.) After some time the government decides to kill of all of the genetically enhanced people. Since they can’t send everyone to concentration camps, because people outside of the island will get suspicious, they use earthquakes, hurricanes, lightning, tornadoes, and freak accidents, to kill them. (It takes place in the future so scientist can control weather.)
My character, Jonzey, and people on the island, don’t know about the ”creatures” and that the government wants to kill them, or that they can control "mother nature".
Since the main character doesn’t know all this, the reader will find this out as the character does, later on in the story.
My story starts before the first earthquake. Jonzey rescues a girl named, Amy. Amy doesn’t have parents, she only has a younger brother, and an Uncle. Her little brother’s name is Jimmy. Amy wants to look for him (She knows he’s still on the island, because they can communicate telepathically). Jonzey helps Amy look for Jimmy. Jimmy gets some help from a guy named Scotty. Scotty helps Jimmy look for Amy.
Jonzey has a power, two actually. He can shoot some kind of energy/fire ball out of his hands. He doesn’t know he has this power until later in the book. He can also absorb other peoples powers, but he figures this out towards the way end of the book. He is going to use this power more often in the second book. Amy can communicate telepathically, I might also give her telekinesis, and she can heal really quickly. Jimmy can also communicate telepathically, he can also run really fast. Scotty is the only person with out powers). If I make this into a series I might give Scotty some power.
It sounds kind of like X-men, but it’s not. OK?
My story’s going to have action, suspense, thrill, adventure, humor, and even some romance…
…But mostly action.
Don’t worry about my story sounding generic. I am very creative. I’ve been told it’s similar to some books, or that it’s been done. I am not trying to copy anyone, I am writing from my own imagination.
It’s going to be really original. Every thing in my story will be, trust me.
Sometimes books might sound the same; but that’s because it’s like a genre, or a sub-genre. Some video games seem similar to other video game. Some movies seem similar to other movies. It’s not copying.
Here is a little preview of my story…
Jonzey looked at Haven City from the quiet solitude of his train compartment, sipping a cup of bitter coffee, waiting for the train to depart from the platform. As he watched the city, tiny details began to catch his eyes; the buildings catching the rays of the orange sunset, and the glistening water crashing against the grainy beach.
The train abruptly started to move, and he watched as the city started to drift away. While he was enjoying the sunset in the horizon, he thought of what people might be like outside of Haven City. Would they be the way they were on TV or movies? Would they be materialistic and only focus on appearances? Would they have so many surgeries done to their bodies and faces that they lack facial expression?
Jonzey’s mood inexplicably changed, he tapped his foot uncontrollably, unable to stop. There was an icy cold spot in the bottom of his stomach, making him feel nervous. The cold spot in his stomach started to grow,
… until he was shivering all around. He didn’t know why he felt so awkward; it was like he could sense some catastrophe about to happen. He couldn’t take it anymore. He stood up, placed his coffee on the arm rest, and started to walk to the bathroom.
Without warning the train started to shake, making Jonzey lose his balance. Desperate, he grasped the rail above his head, but a violent shudder flung him towards his seat. He tried to sit straight, but it was impossible. The train tossed him in the air repeatedly. He could feel his heart hammering against his ribcage.
Suddenly the train plummeted into the lower level of the freeway. The sound of crunching steel and shattering glass exploded in his ears as the train made contact with the concrete. His head smashed against something hard. Everything went dark.
Jonzey started to regain consciousness. He kept his eyes closed. His sense of hearing seemed to be enhanced; he was able to hear the water underneath the train tracks, and the s
… sounds of seagulls fling above the ocean. He slowly opened his eyes, and was able to see that he was face down on the train’s doors. The train had fallen into a slanted position, with one end on the lower freeway level, and the other on the middle level.
He gently rolled to his back. He hadn’t hurt himself much, just a few minor cuts and bruises. Jonzey placed his left arm on his stomach, and with his right hand rubbed his forehead. His head was killing him; it felt like someone had hit his head with a crow bar.
From this position, Jonzey observed the train wreck and took it all in. It was unreal, almost like a dream. There was broken glass everywhere. Some of the lights had ripped out of the ceiling and hung from cables.
The light from outside indicated it was morning. How long had he been unconscious?
I WAS USING THIS TO SAVE MY STORY IDEA. OKAY? I WOULD HAVE EMAILED IT TOM MYSELF, BUT THIS SEEMS BETTER… IDUNNO.
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