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Unwrap My Heart
Unwrap My Heart
Unwrap My Heart
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Unwrap My Heart

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  • Overprotective Father

  • Ancient Curse

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Sofia is just a normal high school girl--worried about getting her homework done and looking cool in the lunchroom--when HE shows up: a devastatingly handsome new kid, mysteriously covered in decaying bandages and staring at her from the empty holes where his eyes should be.
She thinks he's just a hipster, but is there more to this handsome stranger than meets the eye?
Yes. He's a mummy.
We're not really making a secret about this. The twist is he's a mummy. It's a book about a girl who falls in love with a mummy.
There are young adult books about teenage girls unknowingly falling in love with vampires, werewolves, angels, demons, fairies, mermen, warlocks, dreamwalkers, and trolls. Seriously, there was one about trolls. It's time for mummies, dammit. It's time for mummies.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherAlex Falcone
Release dateNov 8, 2016
ISBN9780998361116
Unwrap My Heart
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Alex Falcone

ALEX FALCONE is comedian and writer living in Portland, OR. He's a regular on the IFC show Portlandia and has appeared at numerous comedy festivals including Bridgetown, Bumbershoot, Sketchfest, and the Brooklyn Comedy Festival. He's written for The Portland Mercury, The Willamette Week, and the public radio show Live Wire, and his work has been quoted in Rolling Stone, VOX, Boing Boing, and been featured on the front page of Reddit. Salt & Straw named an ice cream flavor after him.Despite these modest accomplishments, he somehow remains totally down to earth and approachable.

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    Unwrap My Heart - Alex Falcone

    Unwrap My Heart

    (or It’s Time For Mummies)

    by Alex Falcone and Ezra Fox

    Acknowledgements

    To Chris Smith, Caitlin Kunkel, and Molly Elwood for reading this book when it was a less good book. To Megan Falcone, Theresa Falcone, Tanya Smith, and Bill Cernansky for reading it when it was a better but still messy book. To Sarah Hatheway for telling us to expand on the phallus part. For Sarah Jebrock and Caleb Fox for nearly everything else. And for Chris Smith again for helping us come up with the idea.

    Cover art by Ryan Alexander-Tanner

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    Authors

    ALEX FALCONE is comedian, writer, and podcaster living in Portland, OR. He’s a regular on the IFC show Portlandia and has appeared at numerous comedy festivals including Bridgetown, Bumbershoot, Sketchfest, and the Brooklyn Comedy Festival. He’s written for The Portland Mercury, The Willamette Week, and the public radio show Live Wire, and his work has been quoted in Rolling Stone, VOX, Boing Boing, and been featured on the front page of Reddit. AND he once got an ice cream named after him.

    Despite these modest accomplishments, he somehow remains totally down to earth and approachable.

    EZRA FOX was too busy to send me a bio when I asked, so I’ve elected to invent one for him.

    Ezra is a writer, father, river guide, estranged congressman, and sub-par starfighter from the Andromeda galaxy. His skills include Japanese paper folding, knife combat, precision diving, stage illusions, pan flute, sub-par starfighting, and diplomacy.

    A terrible car accident in 2007 left him without a conscience or follow-through, so he spends his days tracking down people he perceives to have wronged him and then failing to enact revenge.

    This is not his first novel.

    READ IT AND WEEP is a podcast about books, movies, and TV that Alex and Ezra host along with Chris and Tanya Smith. This idea was conceived on that show. If, for some reason, you haven’t listened yet, you should do that.

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    Copyright © 2016 by Alex Falcone and Ezra Fox

    All rights reserved.

    First electronic edition

    Published by Completely Legitimate Publishing

    a division of AGB International

    a division of Sesame Pete

    This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the authors’ imaginations or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons living or dead (or some combination thereof) is entirely coincidental.

    CATALOG DATA

    Authors: Falcone, Alex

    Fox, Ezra

    Unwrap My Heart (or It’s Time For Mummies!)

    ISBN: 978-0-9983611-0-9

    Categories: 1. Young adult fiction. 2. Fantasy.

    3. Romance. 4. Mummies. 5. Inside jokes taken too far.

    Book design by Alex Falcone

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    For our Meat Buddies

    "There’s little joy in life for me,

    And little terror in the grave;

    I’ve lived the parting hour to see

    Of one I would have died to save."

    - Charlotte Brontë

    Prologue

    He wanted everybody to call him The Priest even though his real name was Harold. Maybe because his name was Harold.

    He readied a series of small mason jars on a workbench in the dusty tomb we were sharing at the moment. They were too new, the jars. Like he got them from IKEA so he could pretend he was into canning, but it was obvious this was their first use.

    Do they even have IKEA in Egypt? Do evil priests go to chain furniture stores? Do they like meatballs? Mmm, meatballs.

    Great, in addition to the discomfort of being tied to an old chair in preparation for ritual sacrifice, now I was hungry.

    The Priest sharpened a ceremonial knife with a carved ivory handle. Of course this asshole still buys ivory.

    I didn’t want to die, obviously, but I tried to look on the bright side: my death would save the people I loved the most, Dad, Mom, Duncan, and him. Him. I loved him, I knew that now.

    Plus I wouldn’t have to go to Trig on Monday.

    Chapter 1

    I was having an averagely bad Thursday. You know the kind, if you were to draw a Venn diagram of days with school-related mistakes and social mistakes, today would be dead center.

    The school mistake was forgetting to finish my essay about South American exports for geography; the social one was spilling a large amount of salsa on my shirt from my giant plate of lunch nachos.

    You should have seen the other guy, I told my friend, Duncan.

    You mean the nachos?

    Yeah. At least I wasn’t eaten by an uncoordinated giant.

    I sat in the cafeteria thinking about other Venn diagrams today could fit into (Was this shirt even clean to begin with? and Am I the only one who doesn’t care about the sports thing that happened last night?) when he walked in.

    Before I tell you about him, it’s important that you know I don’t do this kind of thing all the time. I never do it. I almost never do it.

    The people sitting at other tables seemed unfazed by the presence of this startlingly handsome new student. I was immediately fazed.

    He fit in the middle of a Venn diagram titled Attributes Sofia Finds Hot. The circles included

    Skinny

    Mysterious

    Confident

    Well dressed

    And

    Miscellaneous hotness catch-all category

    He was really skinny. Clearly not much for sports. He looked like he was built for drinking coffee and having opinions about music. He had these long elegant fingers, wrapped in these thin gloves, that rested peacefully on the table next to his tray as he stared off into space for a moment.

    Despite the tray, he had no food. That was already weird enough, but he was also wearing a hoodie, which wasn’t very common since it was too hot in Rock Ridge to ever wear sweatshirts. Even the winter was shorts weather most days.

    He took out his phone and started reading something.

    As I contemplated this odd behavior, I noticed that even from across the room he had the darkest eyes. They were inset so far that with the shadows from his hoodie, you couldn’t even tell if he had eyes at all. And yet there was something enchanting about those voids. I could stare into the blank space where his eyes should be all day, and I would, if I hadn’t had a terrible realization.

    If I could see his eye-areas, he must be looking back at me.

    Oh, God.

    Quickly I looked away like I was a puppy interested in everything around me. Sure, I was staring at you, but now I’m staring at this poster about Kate running for Student Body President. Now I’m staring at the air conditioning vent. I stare at everything, not just the new hot guy. I’m just a starer. Nothing weird about at that.

    While I continued my charade, I could feel his gaze on the back of my neck and I shivered slightly.

    Rock Ridge was a small high school, but the cafeteria was particularly tiny, maybe 15 tables total. Since there wasn’t room for everybody, we were allowed to eat lunch outside (if you could find sufficient shade) or off campus.

    Obviously the choice between driving with friends to a local fast food place or sitting in the stuffy school cafeteria was a no brainer, so the kids who stayed tended to be the underclassmen and the under-cool ones. I tended to be in the latter category anyway, but I stayed because my dad didn’t think it was safe to leave school property in the middle of the day.

    Duncan stayed because he wanted to keep me company. His dad didn’t stop him from driving anywhere he wanted, but he chose to eat with me, which was very generous.

    What’s with the new kid? Duncan asked, amused. "He’s staring at us like we’re the weirdos. But what is he wearing?"

    I admit it was strange. The hoodie, the flowy pants, and the gloves that kinda looked like bandages, all of them a cream color. The kids at Rock Ridge tended to favor jeans and graphic tees. Yet there was a confidence about how different he looked; like he wouldn’t even get mad if he heard Duncan making fun of him.

    Not that Duncan’s mean. He’s a teddy bear, if instead of being cuddly, a teddy bear was huge, muscle-y, and outgoing. He played baseball and had really bulked up these last couple years. Everyone who met Duncan liked him already, but the muscles had changed the way girls looked at him. They would follow him around between classes and stand around with him giggling at everything he said.

    For some reason he seemed oblivious to their affection and prefered to hang out with me. I assumed it was because he was afraid of them and I was safe, you know? We’d known each other since we were kids, so even though it sounds trite, we were like brother and sister.

    I think I can do better than that. It was like if you had a pet pig and you liked that little guy so much you sometimes forgot that pigs are usually considered food. You might even eat bacon in front of him, not meaning to offend him but just because you don’t think of him that way.

    Hrm. Now it’s starting to sound mean. I meant that I’m the pig in this metaphor. And seriously, if Duncan wanted to eat ham in front of me, that’d be fine. We’re just really good friends. Really good friends who compare each other to pigs.

    I’m making this worse, aren’t I?

    We were like brother and sister.

    I stared at the new kid again. He was back to his phone, and I noticed that oddly he wasn’t using his fingers to browse it but was using some kind of stylus. Another odd thing. Maybe he was an artist? He caught me looking again and smiled at me. I shivered.

    Jeez. Why was I staring at him so much? More importantly, why was he staring back? Even in this losers den of a cafeteria, I wasn’t the most attractive girl by a long shot. Not that I’m unattractive, but neither is the color beige or the word satisfactory or the number 6. Nobody asks out the number 6, even if she’s got a great sense of humor.

    I should probably describe myself better than that, but ugh, I don’t want to.

    Fine, I’ll give it a try. I have painfully straight brown hair that I usually keep just above my shoulders. I’ve never been much for makeup. Well, every once in awhile I go through a phase where I buy some and try it for a day or two but then give up. I wear glasses. I don’t know. What else? My face is rounded but my body is boxy? I look like a basketball on a big box on two longer boxes. And the basketball is wearing glasses.

    Ugh, it’s so much easier describing other people.

    Oh, I know. Do you want a list of my five least favorite features? That I can do no problem. My calves are too big. There’s this space between my top two front teeth and the ones next to them on the right side that has always bothered me. I always close my eyes in photos, which maybe isn’t a feature exactly but if you only saw photos of me you’d think I was like 80% eyelid. While we’re in that area, my eyelashes are too short. Not like freakishly short but I’ve always wished I had beautiful long lashes. And I’m too pale. Boom. Described.

    Maybe those seem a bit nitpicky, but who hasn’t sat around nitpicking about their appearance? And you’re the one who wanted to know what I look like for some reason. This is on you.

    Hey, Princess Sofia? You still with me? You’re making us both look bad here.

    I’m sorry, Dunc. You’re right. It’s weird. He looks... weird.

    Whatever. Obviously you’re in love with him, and you don’t want to talk about it. Be sure to invite me to your wedding.

    I smacked Duncan’s block of an arm. I’m sure I’m never getting married, but if I did, I’d make him my maid of honor for sure. I wouldn’t ask him to find a size 28 dress, but I’d want him by my side, and he’d be great at planning a bachelorette party.

    We met when I was 8 or 9 when my dad backed our Subaru into his parents’ minivan in the parking lot of a Rascal’s. While they were fighting over who was at fault, they realized they had lots in common. Fishing, bowling, the Dodgers, and ice cream.

    While we were standing in the parking lot being mortified by the argument-turned-bromance, Duncan and I realized we also had lots in common. Mainly

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