News from Ludicrous

Alyce never thought to see Campton, Ohio again, but her journalism internship brought her home. Now she must deal with the ghosts of her past, a junior reporter with a chip on her shoulder, and a series of bizarre accidents she witnesses that give her the chance to show her writing ability. The silver lining is Jamie, the mechanical genius who keeps the antiquated press running.

The accidents that Alyce witnesses are based on actual news stories from the Darwin Awards website and other sources.

This novel is complete at approximately 93k words. I am seeking representation for this manuscript.

Alyce gets her internship assignment

I couldn’t believe how nervous I was. They were about to announce the internships for the next year. I’d applied to The New York Times, The Washington Post, and the LA Times. I wasn’t sure which one I wanted the most, but I did know for certain that I wanted to get out of Ohio.

I’d attended The Ohio State University’s School of Journalism because I’d been living in Columbus already with Gran, so I got in-state tuition and didn’t have to pay for a dorm or other housing. It was about the only way I could afford to get a degree. But now that I had it, I just wanted to get out of this state, and away from my memories. I knew I’d miss Gran, but I had to get out.

So I waited outside the Journalism offices, with many other classmates who all looked as anxious as I did. I realized I was chewing on the nail of my right index finger, and dropped my hand, thinking of Gran’s scowl when she caught me doing that.

The door opened, and the chair of the department came out, papers in hand. He didn’t say a word to any of us, just walked to the department bulletin board and tacked up the papers. As soon as he stepped away, there was a mad rush to the lists. I craned my neck, but couldn’t read the print from the back of the mob, so tried to stay patient as others found their names and fates. Some left with looks of exaltation, some with looks of worry. My right hand crept to my mouth again.

Then it was my turn.

I scanned down through the names until I found “Alyce Morton.” My finger followed the line over to see which paper, and which state, would be my home for the next year.

My breath caught in my throat.

“The Daily News in Campton, Ohio?” I said aloud, incredulous. “But I didn’t apply to that paper!”

What was I going to do? These were the final internship assignments. Mistake or not, we’d been warned over and over that once they were posted, you either worked your assignment, or you were on your own. Either way, the school was done with us.

What did this mean for me? What would the coming year hold? Could I really face Campton again?