Title: SIDEWALK CHALK
Genre: MG contemporary fantasy
Word Count: 38,000
My Main Character is most uncomfortable with:
Working with 3-D chalk on the sidewalk keeps me outside so I have to say snow, sleet, ice, and rain give me the creeps.
While sun comes with crazy temperatures for four months of the year, it also comes with little or no rain. I can spend my days by the pool waiting for it to cool off.
Snow does have the four seasons and lots of sweatshirt weather, but they also have so much rain it’s like somebody’s turned on fire hydrants from all directions. Chalk doesn’t hold up too well in monsoons.
Dear Sun-Screen Slathering, Heat Stroke Fighting Sun Goddess, and Long John Wearing, Frostbite Fighting Snow Queen,
In New York City, thirteen-year-old Jake meets Galen, an artist creating brain-meltingly awesome works of 3-D Sidewalk Chalk Art that reveal worlds beneath the streets of New York. In fact, he and his son Liam were on an adventure inside one of the drawings when Liam lost his way.
Jake and his friends Morgan and Dozer learn the secrets to making the perfect pastel and the responsibility that comes along with it. After Dozer runs down the steps into one of the drawings the others follow. Blake the Flake, the most annoying kid in school, catches them coming back out and wanting to make sure he's not missing out on something awesome, decides to find out where the steps lead. The next morning Jakefinds Blake’s boat-sized footprints in the chalk, along with paw prints of the hundreds of creatures that crawled out behind him.
Using weapons of water, an army of their own, and tricks they’ve seen like a thousand times in roadrunner cartoons, Jake and his friends must find the creatures and destroy them. If they fail, New York will be overrun and Liam will be lost forever.
First 250 words:
Sidewalk chalk is only good for two things. One is to draw the bases for stickball, the other is to fill the tube socks of your six-foot-eleven-inch older brother so you can beat some of your best friends with it on Halloween.
Or so I thought.
I stumbled on the third and most awesome use for sidewalk chalk when my mom picked me up from Nickledee Middle School and was dragging me halfway down 5th Avenue toward my piano lesson.
Up on 53rd Street there were tons of people standing in front of St. Thomas Church. With my feet moving faster than my brain, I ran toward them, passing my mom and forgetting all about my showdown with that stupid piano.
The crowd kept growing and each one of them had to be ten-feet-tall. Jumping as high as I could, I bobbed up and down like an out of control pogo stick, but I still couldn’t see a thing. With one last gigantic, LeBron-like leap I caught a glimpse of a man on his knees drawing, and next to him was the biggest box of sidewalk chalk I’d ever seen.
Squeezing through the mob, and finally popping out on the other side, I watched his hand move — no, glide — over the sidewalk, first color blocking the chalked outlines, then smoothing the color out, and finally blending it in.
It was awesome!
By the time he was done it looked like the earth had opened up, large chunks of sidewalk had fallen away, and the most amazing world appeared thirty feet below the street.