Name: Jade Hemming!
Twitter handle: jadewritesbooks
Genre: Sci Fi
Title: DIVINE ARCHITECTS
Pitch: Sara uncovers a hidden timeline which threatens to rewrite history. While authorities deny the problem exists, Sara risks her own future attempting to prevent catastrophe as enemies become friends – and friends turn into enemies.
The first time I travelled a Line, I overshot it by three minutes.
A genuine mistake, but a big one. Despite eleven months of preparation for my first time travel experience I’d overlooked a minor co-ordinate and landed almost face-down in the smoky New York subway. The people around didn’t notice me, they weren’t trained to. Nobody had time for a confused-looking Asian girl so I was lost amongst the crush of the rush hour. To them, I was just another tourist trying to find her way to Times Square.
My colleagues hadn’t thought to mention ‘by the way, Sara, when you travel through time you’ll get the world’s worst migraine’. The moment the world stopped spinning my head gave an almighty thud of protest. Never mind extensive training, they’d missed out the part where my tongue felt numb and every atom in my body tried to find itself again.
When I finally managed to move, I kept my path simple. Go up top, see where I was, because I most definitely had not arrived where I was meant to be. I kept my head down, hands in the pockets of my hoodie. I saw one guy looking at me, enjoying my seemingly-customised gear. It was not found in department stores.
An old toothless man with a matt of grey hair seemed to spot me as I approached the stairs and he laughed, waving a rotten handkerchief in my direction.
This was not how I’d planned my first visit to America.
It was one thing seeing it on screen, instructed not to speak to anyone or do anything apart from the one action the assignment stated. It was another being there, smelling the odd mixture of dust and fresh air amongst the warm bodies shuffling along the pavement – or was it sidewalk now? - trying to get to their destination. A constant stream of noise while I remained silent.
A single word has the potential to alter the entire course of human history. The first lesson taught to budding Corrections Architects like myself repeated in the coursebooks one hundred and seventy times. Those who understood the lesson would do better than others. Those who failed to recognise the importance of the smallest action would fail.
To say I was terrified to move was an understatement but I carried on regardless of my headache, nausea, and whatever it was making my knees wobble. It wasn’t the sudden cold. While I was used to a toasty Sydney climate, I’d seen the temperatures for that freezing February day and prepared for the icy blasts which stung my face.
For some reason people’s existence began to irritate the living crap out of me. Perhaps it was the migraine, or the fact I felt hungry, or perhaps another side effect of Line travel. I’d heard a few people’s moods went out of whack when they weren’t used to travelling. I just hadn’t expected it to hit me.