This post is part of a contest that I'm entering.
Dear Agent,
First, let
me thank you for taking the time to participate in this contest. It’s a great
opportunity for writers like myself and we greatly appreciate your time and
effort.
Brother and sister, Rhonda and
Kenny, discover a magic crystal. Touching the crystal together transports them
to the Carnival of Color. Each scene of the Carnival of Color is presented in a
different color, starting with red and ending with violet, using all seven
colors of the rainbow. The children must solve the “riddle of the rainbow” in
order to find their way back home by choosing the proper door (the violet one –
the last color of the rainbow) in the last scene of the Carnival.
RIDDLE OF THE RAINBOW
(word count – approx. 6740) is a middle grade chapter book with a
total of ten chapters. The story incorporates the idea of prisms and the
concept of “Roy G. Biv,” a technique for remembering the colors of the rainbow.
Sincerely,
Christine
M. Irvin
THE RIDDLE OF THE RAINBOW
By, Christine M. Irvin
CHAPTER ONE – CRYSTAL PARK
"Hurry
up, Rhonda.” Kenny Burton tried to get his sister, Rhonda, to move a little
faster.
"What's
the big hurry?"
"I
want to get there, now! I don't want anyone to find the crystal before I
do." The children lived close to Crystal Park, reclaimed mining land, now
covered with trees and flowers.
"There
isn't any crystal." Rhonda claimed.
"Yes,
there IS!"
"No,
there isn't!"
"Yes,
THERE IS!"
"No,
there isn't!"
"Is
TOO! The old miner said so." Kenny
insisted. "They named the park after the magic crystal." And he had
come to the park to find it.
“They
named it Crystal Park because they used to mine quartz crystal here. And,
besides, there's no such thing as a magic crystal." Rhonda retorted.
"But
the legend - "
"Do
you believe that silly legend? The old miner just told us a story. Only babies
believe that stuff!"
The children had met an
old man at the local museum yesterday. Their parents had taken them there to
see a rock exhibit, as their father was a geologist. While their parents read
all the little signs and looked at everything under the glass, the children had
wandered away for a moment. An old man, standing in a corner, had motioned for
them to come near. “I have a secret,” he said.
“What kind of secret?”
Kenny asked. He loved secrets.
“About a magic crystal.”
“There’s no such thing
as magic,” Rhonda pointed out, “and besides, we’re not supposed to talk to
strangers.”