What three things do we need to know about who you are and why you write . . .
I write because I cannot not write. I have written a scifi trilogy I have not published yet titled, Cats without bodies and Snakes With Wigs, Social Justice Abounds and Pop Goes The Monkey.
I home school two boys, ages 10 and 11. We are actually unschoolers, which means we learn differently than in a typical classroom. We were discussing time travel and watching you tube videos on the subject when the concept of the butterfly effect came up. My oldest had taken a keen interest in writing and we were looking for a new school project. Thus began our writing adventure!
Tell us about the story . . .
Ethan is an intelligent, solitary child. He as never met his father and his mother died in a car crash, shortly after they relocated from California to New York City to take care of is his grandmother. His grandmother is suffering from dementia but he and the superintendent in his building are conspiring to keep him out of foster care. On the last day of school, Ethan inadvertently travels back in time 100 years, while taking the subway to the beach. Trying to locate a surf shop he saw online, he winds up in New Jersey circa 1916 and encounters a group of boys around his age. Realizing the year he has arrived in, he is privy to the immediate future because he has just studied it in school. When he discovers one of his newfound friend's fathers is about to die in the impending catastrophe, he determines to save the lives of those who died in the infamous Black Tom Island explosion in New Jersey and adventure ensues!
What are three things you want us to know as we read?
Ethan is completely dependent on these boys who have befriended him. He has no money and knows no one from this time. The boys think Ethan had merely accidentally stranded himself overnight and they feed him and let him stay in their secret fort. Meanwhile, Ethan is more worried about leaving his grandmother alone than what may happen to him.
Where can we find this story? Where can we find you (IG, Twitter, FB, website).
You can follow me on IG pier_fuhrman and Twitter, Piersbellavita,
The book has yet to be published. We are currently seeking publication.
From Sweetie and the Secret Fort by Pier Dye
Sweetie was eating the crust Ethan had pulled off his sandwich. For such a small dog she had quite an appetite!
Despite being born in California, Ethan had never spent much time at the beach before. But he regretted that now. He was thoroughly enjoying himself today until he heard someone yelling.
"Hey you over there!" It was coming from behind him. Several men were moving rapidly towards Ethan and his new friends. One minute Ethan was relaxing, sitting on the beach, watching the waves and enjoying this newfound camaraderie and then a loud yell spoiled everything! "Zats zem," he heard someone say in a heavy German accent.
"Time to go," George said without hesitation!
"What," Ethan asked confused?
"Ethan, you stick with James, I'll try to lead them away," George continued. Then he stood and waved a friendly hello to the group of men descending upon them, just before abruptly turning and running upshore.
Everything was happening so fast Ethan barely had time to scoop Sweetie up and place her in his bag before James scrambled up in a flurry. "Divide and conquer," James declared, taking off in the opposite direction of George!
Ethan was still slinging his bag over his shoulder as he jumped up to follow James, running as quickly as he could. "Why are we running," Ethan called out to James?
"That's the Sheriff back there with those two Germans we saw earlier. If they can't catch us they can't accuse us," James said, between breaths!
"Accuse us of what," Ethan asked?
"I'd rather not wait to find out," James said.
Ethan didn't much like that answer. But it made a certain amount of sense and there wasn't much time to think!They ran as fast as they could and although Ethan had no idea where they were going, why they were running, or even if they were being persued, he continued to run.
They cut right and ran towards the fort but then crossed over and went the other way, through a copse of trees. They passed a small pond and had gone so far inland they had completely lost sight of the ocean. By this point Ethan was so hopelessly lost he had no choice but to continue following James.
Finally, James stopped behind a tree and Ethan joined him. Both were bent over leaning with their hands on their knees, and both were breathless. "I think George threw them off our trail," James whispered hopefully.
Ethan checked to make sure the tiny dog in his bag was not jostled around too severely and asked, "So what now?"
"I live right there," James whispered softly, pointing to a house in the distance, "and I'm going to the shed out back to start working on a project that's almost finished. If they come asking, I'll say I've been there all day. "And you . . . " James paused and looked around thinking before continuing, "You are going to sit right there in that old outhouse," he said, as inspiration struck! "Just until we're sure we weren't followed. Then I'll walk back with you to the fort," he said, still whispering.
Ethan had no idea what he was caught up in but he didn't like it. He still wasn't even sure why they were running in the first place. But he understood that James was trying to look out for him so he stepped inside the outhouse and sat down. He was just pulling Sweetie out of the bag when James whispered through a knot hole in the wood on the back wall of the tiny outhouse, "Whatever you do, don't open up that door until I come back. Understand?"
"Yes," Ethan whispered back. But he didn't understand. He didn't understand at all.