I See You (working title)
Mature Young Adult/Horror
Current word count: 885
Deadline: December 2012
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Teaser
The weather was in a foul mood, grumbling high above and snapping lightning at the ground below, when Dante came upon the insignificant town of Bluewood Valley. He had been here before, back in the day when this was the site of a pagan village. Though it's something quite different that has brought him here this time.
Dante could sense where he's been. His face flared up in the thoughts of the people he passed by. They stopped and looked at
him expectantly, waiting for him to greet them. He didn’t spare them a glance.
He retraced the steps his brother had left behind. He’s made it too easy to be found here. The town was small and it took Dante less than an hour to cross it from top to bottom. He paused only to look up at the sharp, sloping cliff that jutted horrifically into the darkened sky. He strolled across the last part of the beach, staring distantly at the ancient building with a crucifix mounted on the roof that signified its main purpose. The church looked abandoned – the dark windows were dusty, and weeds grew tall and ugly from the mounds of beach sand littering the parking lot and pavement.
The hike up the back of the cliff was tough with the wind pushing back at him as if it were trying to keep him away. He could sense his brother strongest here, and yet the essence grew stronger with every step he took against the punishing wind. The moment the thought occurred to him that Mikael might very well still be in town, on this very cliff, Dante felt an old familiar chill drop to his stomach.
He reached the top of the cliff – a small section of the rock that flattened out a few steps before it fell away to the restless black water below.
Part of him expected to see his twin lounging there, possibly wearing some or the other designer brand clothing, probably all in black, definitely with that mischievous smirk on his face that seemed to say ‘I know you too well’.
But it wasn’t Mikael at the top of the cliff. His aura was incredibly strong, but the persona it coated was a stranger. Dante wondered for one frustrated moment if this was another trick of Mikael’s, a way to throw him off his track by leaving decoys behind.
He wanted to shout. He wanted to pound his fists into the ground like the wind was pounding into his body. And then he
realised that the person wearing Mikael’s aura was standing on the ledge, long hair whipping wildly around her like gold paint thrown against a grey canvas, her slim and undefined figure swaying back and forth treacherously as the wind tugged at her.
Current word count: 885
Deadline: December 2012
Check back for more information!
Teaser
The weather was in a foul mood, grumbling high above and snapping lightning at the ground below, when Dante came upon the insignificant town of Bluewood Valley. He had been here before, back in the day when this was the site of a pagan village. Though it's something quite different that has brought him here this time.
Dante could sense where he's been. His face flared up in the thoughts of the people he passed by. They stopped and looked at
him expectantly, waiting for him to greet them. He didn’t spare them a glance.
He retraced the steps his brother had left behind. He’s made it too easy to be found here. The town was small and it took Dante less than an hour to cross it from top to bottom. He paused only to look up at the sharp, sloping cliff that jutted horrifically into the darkened sky. He strolled across the last part of the beach, staring distantly at the ancient building with a crucifix mounted on the roof that signified its main purpose. The church looked abandoned – the dark windows were dusty, and weeds grew tall and ugly from the mounds of beach sand littering the parking lot and pavement.
The hike up the back of the cliff was tough with the wind pushing back at him as if it were trying to keep him away. He could sense his brother strongest here, and yet the essence grew stronger with every step he took against the punishing wind. The moment the thought occurred to him that Mikael might very well still be in town, on this very cliff, Dante felt an old familiar chill drop to his stomach.
He reached the top of the cliff – a small section of the rock that flattened out a few steps before it fell away to the restless black water below.
Part of him expected to see his twin lounging there, possibly wearing some or the other designer brand clothing, probably all in black, definitely with that mischievous smirk on his face that seemed to say ‘I know you too well’.
But it wasn’t Mikael at the top of the cliff. His aura was incredibly strong, but the persona it coated was a stranger. Dante wondered for one frustrated moment if this was another trick of Mikael’s, a way to throw him off his track by leaving decoys behind.
He wanted to shout. He wanted to pound his fists into the ground like the wind was pounding into his body. And then he
realised that the person wearing Mikael’s aura was standing on the ledge, long hair whipping wildly around her like gold paint thrown against a grey canvas, her slim and undefined figure swaying back and forth treacherously as the wind tugged at her.