This is a sample of my writing that is awaiting critiques from other writers. Please feel free to join in with commenting below. Thanks!
(Query was updated on Feb. 14th after some wonderful suggestions.)
Title: The Mirage Shifter
Title: The Mirage Shifter
Genre: Middle Grade Fantasy
Word Count: 55,000
Dear Agent Person,
Twelve-year old Aiden Flanagan wishes he was normal,
but his brain has always been a little off kilter. It enables him to catch
people when they’re lying, which is pretty neat, but it also affects his vision,
enabling him to see an invisible world just inches from reality. But when his
best friend Jake goes into a coma and Aiden sees him walking the streets of New
York in a hospital gown, Aiden fears his friend is close to death, if not
already dead.
Following Jake through Battery Park, Aiden jumps after
him into the East River and they pass through the Mirage, the thin veil that
hides people’s dreams from reality. Aiden learns Jake is only dreaming and still
in his coma, but Aiden’s old childhood imaginary friend is real and doesn’t
want Jake to wake up. Navigating between the dream world and reality, Aiden
races to wake Jake before they’re both stuck in his dream forever.
I am an active member of SCBWI. Thank you
for your consideration and I look forward to hearing from you.
Sincerely,
G. K. Kaup
CHAPTER 1
The high pitched humming of the approaching subway hits my ears
at the same moment I see the boy walking on the tracks.
“Stop the train!” I yell, pointing at the boy.
People on the busy platform turn to me and then to the tracks. No
one gasps or screams or yells for someone to save the little barefoot kid.
Barefoot? In the middle of February? I step onto the yellow line and bend over
the tracks, trying to get a closer look at his face. Tan skin, dark hair, and
eyes as blue as a Bunsen burner flame. I know those eyes. He holds my gaze and
smiles before he disappears.
“Are you crazy, Aiden?” Jake shouts, yanking me back just before
the subway passes in front of us.
Breaks screech to a halt and then the subway doors slide open.
People glare at me and shake their heads as they press to get inside.
“Stupid kid,” mumbles an old man.
Jake pushes me in front of him and gets us to the seats at the
back of the car.
“So?” he asks. “What was that all about?”
I swallow and realize this is the first time I've thought about lying to my best friend. I can’t tell him I just saw an invisible friend, because if I do, he’ll really think I’ve lost it.
I try to laugh, but it comes out as a cough. “I don’t know, you
know? It looked like there was something on the tracks.”