Hello Creative Writers!
I've decided to begin the journey to share one of my stories I've been working on for some time now.
However, I need help choosing a suitable Book cover.
Which is where you guys come in!
*update - Cannot decide on a title, please also vote between those listed below*
(a) The Chronicles of Lying
(b) The Chronicles of Deception
(c) The Deception Chronicles
(d) The Deception Diaries
This is the description and opening paragraph of the story
to help you choose.
James D. Baldwin is from a long line of ass-whooping,bad-ass Skyliners. His fathers and forefathers are masters of the skies, controllers of wind and creators of storms. Except James first encounter with an academy jet left a neighbouring village on fire and a 10-year air ban. Nevertheless, five years later James is making history as the youngest Elite ranker in St George's History receiving prestigious awards from respected individuals and attention from the more promiscuous female cadets. However, it doesn't take him long to decode the true meaning of why St Georges Academy has been on top for numerous generations. Does he keep quiet and let the good times keep rolling? Or does he commit the greatest treason against the academy, his friends and even his family in. All in an attempt to reveal the cruel secrets that many would and have killed over to keep buried.
“It's not until you put on the uniform,
that it all becomes a reality.
All those long hard hours of ruthless training and endless disappointments,
finally pay off.”
Walking through base HQ was surreal, handshakes were flying at me at every corner, from unknown elderly faces accompanied with voices uttering 'congratulations kiddo!', 'we are amongst a prodigy' and 'never doubted you son'. Not forgetting the more looser of female cadets –you didn’t need to be Sherlock Holmes to know they didn’t get in for ability but instead the more 'generous donations' their family’s had given the academy- flicking their eyelashes and biting their nails, suddenly I couldn’t keep the cornflakes I ate for breakfast down and the sleazy whispers that followed didn’t help the situation either. “call me!” -How she wanted me to call her was a mystery since this was the first time we had spoken- and “last chance baby, before your first mission!”
Eventually I felt a hard pat on my back, a familiar face.
It was Olly, “Congrats mate” he bellowed grinning with all teeth on show, projecting his voice like a cheesy Hollywood news reporter “who knew Mr J. Baldwin would one day surpass us all!” he humoured himself.
Then as if that wasn’t enough, in an exaggerated manor he started hushing away the crowd, as if I was a Disney movie star of some sort, surrounded by tween fan girls on a red carpet for a new futuristic-vampire-wizard-boy likes girl & girl likes boy musical franchise.
- For those who want to continue reading, I will send a link to the site I will be publishing the chapters on, so no worries