Dear Agent Awesome,
Persephone Mead wakes up in a house with no ceiling, a bed
covered with flowers, and with a giant shard of glass embedded in her chest.
Normal fifteen-year-old girls would start freaking out here. Persephone Mead is
not a normal fifteen-year-old girl.
“Did it work?” she asks desperately, to no one in
particular. “Am I back?”
“Yes,” someone says, but she can’t see who. “We’ve been
waiting for you…”
But it doesn’t last. It never lasts.
And soon enough, she’s thrown back. Back down towards Earth.
Back down towards a world full of smoke, debris, and wailing ambulances.
Persephone Mead is not a normal fifteen-year-old girl. Because she just can’t seem to stay dead. And
she has no idea why.
THE OTHER SIDE is a completed YA Dark Fantasy with an
approximate word count of 82000, and is intended as the first in a three-part
series. Thank you for your time and consideration.
THE OTHER SIDE
You know that ringing you get in your ears? Like, when you
stand too close to a speaker at a concert? Not a lot of people know this, but
that’s actually the sound of the cells in your ear dying. What you’re hearing
is actually the last time you’ll ever get to hear that particular note. When
it’s gone, it’s gone forever.
And when your eardrum gets blown apart like mine just did,
it’s kind of like that, times about a million.
It was as if there was an entire orchestra of notes, all
ringing, all dying, and even though my other ear still worked I couldn’t hear a
thing. That sound just drowned out everything. It drowned out the sirens, it
drowned out the screaming. It even drowned out the firefighter who was trying
to drag me to safety. I think he was yelling something at me. Was he saying
“No”? Or maybe “Go”? I couldn’t tell. I couldn’t hear. And I was never really
good at reading lips.
I blinked, staring up at the sky. Everything was coming in
and out of focus for some reason. Blurry, sharp, blurry, sharp. Was there
something wrong with my eyes too?