Michelle4Laughs, Writer's OutWorld, and SCWrite.
I made it into Round 1 as alternate when someone had to back out, so I'm a long shot for sure because these are some wonderful entries!
Round 1 is complete - and if I counted right - I made it through to round 2. My entry, along with my Kombatant Wishwell is here. So much wonderful feedback from the judges and other Kombatants.
I've made massive changes to my query and first 250 - which are posted below. I'd love some feedback. Better? Still needs work?
Kombat name: Interstellar Pez
Title: MIGHTY MIKE AND THE ALIEN PEZ DISPENSER
Genre: MG Sci-fi/Adventure
Word count: 43k
Query:
Eleven-year-old Mike daydreams of becoming superhero Mighty Mike, but all that gets him is top billing on The List of Chumps to be Pounded after School.
His love for all things science and science fiction lands him in the middle of a Federal investigation when a badly dressed, blue creature invades his favorite hiding spot and begs for help researching human reactions to alien environments. Candies from a shiny red dispenser will test Mike’s responses to extraterrestrial conditions by triggering temporary super (and not-so-super) powers. Mike figures he’ll be able to blast his name off The List forever.
Speed, strength, and invisibility—awesome. Frog legs and belching zoo-animal noises, not so spectacular. But if Mike wants to become a real hero, he will have to save his friends—and worst enemy—from Feds who aren’t what they seem and a four-armed, snout-faced alien wielding the Interstellar Remote Control of Everything.
First 250:
Mike stuffed his spaceship doodled notes and yesterday’s quiz with a large “A++” into his backpack. The zipper shredded the pages, but he flung the half-closed pack over his shoulder and sprinted from the classroom before the bell finished ringing. He burst through the front doors as the halls filled with fifth and sixth graders. The yellow backpack thudded against his back as he dashed toward the community park.
After
the science teacher referred to him as the next Einstein, Brutus chanted
Afro-Einstein for weeks. Which totally baffled Mike since his close-cropped
hair didn’t look anything like Einstein’s wild tufts.
The
puddle stilled into a mirror. A shadow loomed over Mike’s watery reflection. He
leapt to his feet—right into the puddle—ready to sling his backpack into
Brutus’ head.
Except
it wasn’t Brutus.



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