Contest Entry 3
Title: The Covenant
Genre: YA Paranormal/Urban
The Furies were here.
Icy fear clawed through me, and for a moment, I was unable to think as the darkness of the abandoned steel factory settled in around me. I cheated Death before, but this time, as I inched across the creaky boards, I knew the odds weren’t in my favor.
They were on the lower level, searching each room systematically, and there was nowhere to go but up. Every other time I had been lucky. Always near an exit, always a way out.
Now I was so screwed it wasn’t even funny.
Sweet poured off me, dampening the two day old shirt I wore as I crept towards the crooked door. The heat and humidity in lower Georgia was bad enough, but the anxiety and fear didn’t help.
I halted, straining to hear how many of them were actually here this time. The slim handle of the garden spade cut into the flesh of my hand as I squeezed. A god damned garden spade was the only weapon I had. But it was made of pure iron, and if Furies hated anything, they loathed iron.
The stairway to my right creaked, and a board gave way. A deep howl broke the silence and the Fury erupted into a sting of curses.
They were close, too close.
Then the screaming began. It started as a low whine before hitting such an intense pitch that I winced and stumbled. Nothing in this world sounded like a Fury – a hungry Fury.
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August 3rd, 2010 at 9:43 am
In the fifth paragraph, I think “Sweet” should be “Sweat.”
August 3rd, 2010 at 9:47 am
Sorry, submitted that last comment before I finished.
I don’t normally read anything paranormal, but I’m intrigued by this. I think it creates enough interest to keep an agent/publisher/reader reading.