Stephanie Fowers
Writer
Prank Wars
yep, another novel by Stephanie Fowers
"War…it rules our very lives…though strangely I found myself attracted to it."
Prank wars…they're not for crying little girls. We've learned that the hard way. His name is Brian, but we call him Byron…Lord Byron rather. It makes him angry and that's our target. We want to hit him where it hurts the worst…the heart…if he has one. Ever since I blew up a picture of him and sent it to every girl in our dorm complete with a forged autograph, he has sworn his revenge. Then he let it leak that I sleep with my baby blanket. I counter attacked and one prank melted into another until it exploded into a full-fledged war of the sexes. Don't think we haven't had our deserters, our POWs, our casualties, but no one can break or the worse will happen…the guys could win.
War Journal: Day 343, Tuesday Evening
This ain't Relief Society. Cotton balls dipped in chocolate, caramel onions, and worms in Jell-O are our usual signature. Red dye frost our fingers from pranks gone bad, we limp because our right shoes have gone missing, we never get out of our parking spaces because the guys purposely block us in, but nothing will mar our fighting spirit, except now when Civilians get in the way. Something strange is happening in Provo, and the only other person who suspects is Lord Byron, my worst enemy. And I will never join sides with him. Never! Even if he's the only one who doesn't think I'm crazy.
Unsincerely, unwarmly, uncoordially,
Mad Dog (Madeleine Doggett)
Publishing date TBA.