Welcome Jennifer Wylie to the blog! Her short story Jump was the first I had seen of her work. It’s still in my TBR list. I think I’m gonna save it for Halloween 🙂 Might be a fun Halloween read for you too! Today she gives us a little excerpt too! Be sure to check out the end of this post to find out what you have to do to enter a giveaway for a copy of Jump!
My short story Jump I wrote in just a couple of days. The idea came after I’d been talking to my parents on the phone, and gotten a few lectures. 🙂 Though “If someone asked you to jump off a bridge, would you?” wasn’t one of them, for some reason that phrase popped into my head and the story was born. I was in a rather silly, sarcastic mood at the time, which lent to the humorous aspects of the story.
As a Halloween story, Jump is a quick, fun ride. The story takes place at night, by a dark abandoned bridge, much like on the cover. There is darkness. There are demons. There is a crazy slimeball. Of course, we can’t forget the hotties (in leather, no less). Our main character has some issues, including inappropriate clothing. Though short (it IS a short story) it has a little bit of everything. For those who do want more, a sequel has been written and contracted and will hopefully be out before the end of the year.
For more spooky shorts to read around Halloween, check out my paranormal The Forgotten Echo, and my Tales of Ever short story series featuring a young firestarter banished to a deadly and insane land called Ever!
Jump by Jen Wylie
Genre: Urban Fantasy, Young Adult, Short Story
Published Dec 15, 2010 by Echelon Press
Word Count: 3 288
#1 OmniLit Best seller.
If you were told to jump off of a bridge would you?
Perhaps it would depend on who was doing the asking. Our heroine has spunk and a sense of humor, however suffers from an extreme case of inappropriate clothing. When things take a turn from dangerous to worse what will she do when fantasy becomes reality? Warning: May include hot leather clad men, singing and demons.
My mother’s voice popped into my head; “Would you jump off a bridge if so-and-so asked you too?”
I would of course reward her with my classic eye roll and a dragged out, “M-o-o-o-m!”
But there I stood on a bridge being asked to jump. Well, more like told to jump. The knife poking, none too gently, into my lower back clearly indicated the asking part wasn’t really applicable.
I pursed my lips together tightly, as a very childish, Don’t wanna, threatened to escape them.
Being a smart ass right now probably wouldn’t make my situation any better. My cheek still stung from the backhanded slap Mr. So-and-so had given me when we’d first met, as he tried to pick me up on my way home from Avery’s Bar. He hadn’t appreciated my witty negative comment then, and I doubt he’d like one now.
“I told you to jump.” His voice growled low in my ear as the knife pushed harder against the center of my back. He leaned into me from behind and I shivered at the his closeness to me.
His sanity level couldn’t be very high. What a piece of work, this slimeball. I decided Slimeball would be the perfect name for him. His dark greasy hair, smelly clothes and the filthy hands he had used to grab me off the street, and drag me up here with.
“Why?” I suddenly asked, staring down into the darkness below the bridge. It was an old abandoned railway bridge, not even overly high. The likelihood of me splattering to my death wasn’t very large. I’d probably just end up breaking a whole lot of bones.
I didn’t get why he wanted me to do this. Other than smacking me around a little, and some gentle prodding with the large nasty knife, he hadn’t tried anything with me. I’d expected to be dragged off and raped, or murdered, or at least robbed, but not told to jump of a little bridge.
Slimeball didn’t answer my question; he just poked me with the knife again. “Jump.”
“You are seriously demented,” I muttered and winced as pain suddenly erupted in my back. Guess he heard me.
He poked again, more like jabbed harder, and I spread my arms slightly as I wobbled, trying to maintain my balance. I stood a good foot away from the edge, but I had my favorite black bar boots on and the stupid things had three-inch spiked heels. They’re great for showing off my legs, but not so great for balance, or running. I’d tried running when I saw he wasn’t just some ass following me home. I knew he was serious trouble. I hadn’t gotten far when I pulled the classic “lady in distress” trip and fall bit. I’d been seriously surprised, and pissed, when I fell to the ground. I’d always scowled at the stupid chicks who always fell down in my favorite fantasy books. Scenes like that had always seemed extremely unrealistic to me, but apparently it does happen, especially when you’re wearing three inch heels. The black mini skirt didn’t help much either.
Jennifer Wylie was born and raised in Ontario, Canada. In a cosmic twist of fate she dislikes the snow and cold.
Before settling down to raise a family, she attained a BA from Queens University and worked in retail and sales.
Thanks to her mother she acquired a love of books at an early age and began writing in public school. She constantly has stories floating around in her head, and finds it amazing most people don’t. Jennifer writes various forms of fantasy, both novels and short stories. Sweet light is her debut novel to be published in 2011.
Jennifer resides in rural Ontario, Canada with her husband, two boys, Australian shepherd a flock of birds and a disagreeable amount of wildlife.
My website: www.jenniferwylie.ca
facebook fan page: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Jennifer-Wylie/151266004895266
My blog: http://jlwylie.wordpress.com/
Jennifer is giving away one e-book copy of Jump! All you have to do to enter is comment. A winner will be chosen by random.org on Friday at 8PM EST. Good luck!