Genre: Middle Grade Fantasy/Mystery Title: HYDE & SEEKER Word Count: 38,000 Pitch:  Ten-year-old Justin is terrified when his friends va...

Pitch Slam Entry 1: HYDE & SEEKER, MG Mystery/Fantasy Pitch Slam Entry 1: HYDE & SEEKER, MG Mystery/Fantasy

Pitch Slam Entry 1: HYDE & SEEKER, MG Mystery/Fantasy

Pitch Slam Entry 1: HYDE & SEEKER, MG Mystery/Fantasy

Genre: Middle Grade Fantasy/Mystery

Title: HYDE & SEEKER

Word Count: 38,000


Pitch: Ten-year-old Justin is terrified when his friends vanish after a frightening game of Hide and Seek. He investigates and discovers a monster, the Seeker, patrols the game and punishes rule-breakers. Justin is his next target.


First 250:

Despite the rumors, Mutt is alive. Well, sort of.

I adjust my sweaty Braves cap and glance at the limp, blue balloons and crinkled streamers tangled around the mailbox at the end of Mutt’s driveway. Not even the decorations are excited about his eleventh birthday party.

Yeah he’s back home safe, but something’s not right. He’s all zombie-like, lost in his head—now covered with freaky, gray hair. There’s not much to celebrate if you ask me.
         
“Justin!” a voice screeches. Somewhere glass shatters. I’m sure of it.

Tasha skips down the street carrying a small box wrapped in green-foiled paper and wild purple ribbons. I groan. Dang, forgot to bring a present. 

“Hey you!” She skids to a halt beside me. Her long braids flap out behind her like a cape in the wind.

“Hey, T.” I shift from foot to foot. She’s way too happy to see me.

Tasha squints and shields her face from the angry sun with her bony arm. “How long you been standing out here?”

I shrug and tug up my loose jeans. “What’s in the box?”

“Our birthday gift to Mutt. A compass,” she says. “I figured you’d be thinking about other things and—”

“Thanks,” I reply quickly not wanting to think about those very things.   

Her forehead creases and her big, brown eyes scan over me. I squirm and peek down to make sure I’m still dressed. “Uh…I’m uncomfortable with the way you’re looking at me.”

She gnaws on her bottom lip like its stale gum.





1 comment:

  1. Dark Horse Hit! I love the concept. I'm looking forward to reading more.

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