Facelift 14: Trevor's Song
What happens when a boy who is as  awkward as a drunken giraffe on roller skates accidentally sets the  heart of a lonely lady on fire?
Trevor is 12, socially inept,  pimply, and basically failing his way through 7th grade. Not  academically failing, mind you--just failing in every way that society  deems worse than falling off the Empire State Building with a bag of  pianos. Girls ignore him, jocks stomp him, and his only friend is his  dog. And even she bites sometimes.
But beneath his thick glasses  & nerd clothes the heart of a poet beats true. He crafts a sonnet, a  paean to passion, and like a true hero in an internet novella he spams  it to the world. Maybe, he hopes, someone won't kick in his door and  beat him like a baby seal.
Cora is a lonely, plump, forty-three  year old secretary who has never known the joy of love. Oh, she's had  flings, but those ended faster than a bad tweet. Something about all her  cats. Anyway, one fateful day as she dispiritedly opens her  increasingly pointless email, she discovers Trevor's sonnet.
Someone  Cares. And that someone knows her well enough to tell her story in  verse, painting a loving picture of the woman she is inside.
Can  Cora and Trevor ever meet? Will it all collapse into a domino pile of  misunderstanding, pain and heartache? Will she be arrested for  contributing to the delinquency of a minor? Or can these two crazy  outcasts find true, real love in an increasingly cynical and soulless  world?
Trevor's Song is complete at 256,879 words. I am a  journalism major at West Des Moines College of the Woods at Raccoon  River. I look forward to hearing from you.
--Khazar-khum
 
 
4 comments:
There's something wrong with you, Khazar, and I'm not sure whether that's good or bad.
Thank goodness this is just a writing prompt; if it were real, I'd be creeped out instead of snorting.
I went to "The University of Southern North Dakota at Hoople"...
no, not really, but I giggled about West DeMoines all day.
Trevor sounds so much like me, how could I fail to love this story...
Are you really from West Des Moines? Don't knock those Tigers!
: )
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