Today is TwilightMOMS day to host The Host blog tour. We are thrilled to take part in this project. The Host is a wonderful book that certainly deserves a celebration!! If you haven’t had a chance to read The Host you should make it the next on your list. (It’s my favorite Stephenie Meyer book).
We decided to have a contest to celebrate The Host’s birthday. We asked you to submit a journal entry from the perspective of a character in The Host other than Melanie or Wanderer. Thanks to all of you that particpated!!! Our admin team sat down and voted on our favorite submissions, and these are the 3 that got the votes.
Our first winning entry comes from Christina F. A journal entry from the perspective of Burns Living Flowers:
Amongst a race that spanned the stars and nine worlds I had never felt alone; until I went native on Earth. Once I sided with the humans I become a new creature, a singularity. I was unique in the ever expanding universe. Until today. The little raiding party we met held big surprises. I had been so utterly alone in my being that I’m still amazed at the ease with which I’d singled her out. I didn’t have to see her eyes to know. It was in the position of her body, the way she held herself, and the way the man sitting by her held onto her. At the moment that the humans were rejoicing at meeting another band of resistance, those two in the van huddled together in fear. I knew there was only one reason why they would react that way. As my friends got ready to introduce my real identity to the newcomers; I knew they had their own secrets. “It’s ok.” I told Nate, “They’ve got one of their own!” At my revelation she walked toward me. I held out my hand, “Burns Living Flowers” I said, introducing myself. “Wanderer” She stated. As we stood there, holding hands, I again contemplated my place in the universe. I was not alone, my cause was not lost. Only on this backward rock, among these emotionally extreme humans could such a thing be. Despite the odds and the pain, I felt again the reason I had switched sides. It was something that I had not experienced in any other being. The uniquely human and beautiful emotion swelled with me. I felt hope. I smiled at the other native soul, Wanderer, as I said, “Maybe there’s hope for this planet after all.”
Our second winning entry comes from Sara H. A journal entry from the perspective of Jared:
It was her. It really was her. I tried to calm myself when Jeb led her into the chamber. Holding my breath, I looked. She was pale and thin her hair matted, deep circles under her eyes showing exhaustion. It was Melanie and it wasn’t. She spoke my name and began to walk toward me, arms reaching out. I saw her eyes and the silver sliver reminded me that she was not Melanie. The Melanie I had known was gone. Dead. Taken over by a parasite. Suddenly, rage filled my body and I raised my hand out and connected it hard to her face. She landed hard on the ground. Jeb began to help her up but I couldn’t stop. I advanced toward her again, rage flowing through every muscle in my body. I no longer saw Melanie, just theparasite inside. Suddenly, Jeb was between us, interrupting my thoughts. He stared threateningly at me not saying anything yet telling to back down. I exhaled sharply knowing there would be time for revenge later.
Doc came in and began to examine her. His slender fingers lightly traced the crescent scar along her neck. Watching his fingers run over her body was unbearable. The rage began to fade and was replaced with pain. Pain of losing her. Pain of never being able to touch her again. I closed my eyes against the image before me. They wanted to study her. Not my Melanie. I couldn’t stand by as they pulled her body apart for the sake of science. She was dead and I wanted her body dead, too. I didn’t want to be reminded anymore. She whispered Jamie’s name, I couldn’t take it. Raising my arm, I clunked the rifle over her head watching incredulously as she crumpled to the floor.
Our third winning entry comes from Linda H. A journal entry from the perspective of Doc:
Tuesday, I think.
“Monsters! Torturers!” Her pained shriek just echoes and echoes in my head, over and over and over!
Is it really true? Have I succumbed to their level and honestly become a monster? Have I indeed betrayed my oath, doomed to overwhelming failure in my futile search for answers? I don’t know what I was supposed to do, I had to try something. Our human anatomy has always been so fascinating and the invasion didn’t seem to change the outward appearance, so I had to look, I had to try to see what/who they were . . . didn’t I? For the sake of mankind and the human race, it was all weighing so heavily on me, my friends were depending on my research attempts, but at what cost? What has it done to my psyche each time I’ve attempted and failed and failed and failed? I can’t do this; I just can’t do this anymore! I am such a failure; I don’t know how I can even go on…
argh! A few more shots of Brandy should ease this voice in my head.
I can’t believe it hurt so much, everyone was genuinely pained, to see our “friend” Wanda so consumed with grief. She’s such a good, pure soul; her impact on our community has been truly remarkable. The atmosphere of peace she brought is amazing. There is indeed much to be learned, truly something to learn as a human race if we are to evade extinction. These beings that are seizing our bodies & minds seem to have done it more out of pity for what we had become! They aren’tthe monsters we’ve feared, in that sense. Is there a way we can now co-exist? We must try, we must figure this out.
I hope everyone has enjoyed our contest! We really enjoyed reading all the submissions, it was hard to choose the winners. Georgia will be contacting each winner so we can get your prizes out to you.