Have questions about submitting to Pitch Wars or just want to know what it is? Start here!

Blog

PW #355: Young Adult Mystery (Own Voices): A TASTE OF DARKNESS

Friday, 4 November 2016  |  Posted by Heather Cashman

Manuscript Status: Finished

Mentor: Stephanie Scott
Mentee: Sarena and Sasha Nanua
Title: A TASTE OF DARKNESS
Category/Genre: Young Adult Mystery (Own Voices)
Word Count: 67,000

Pitch:

When seventeen-year-old Tessa Gill is chosen to compete in Bite Size—the televised teen cooking competition—she’s set on fighting for a scholarship her family could never afford. As the competition begins, she discovers cryptic letters written by her late chef grandfather hidden throughout the culinary institute. Tessa must now uncover the truth behind the letters before the competition eliminates her. WILLY WONKA meets Chopped.

Excerpt:

The day the bad news broke out in my family’s bungalow, I was cooking Grandpapa’s favourite curry.

Swirling smoke rose from the pot, bringing with it the aromatic smells of spices I wished I could stuff in my pockets and carry everywhere: paprika, cumin, turmeric, and coriander. The kitchen transported me to another place, another world, where I could create anything I desired. Wanted.

But I’d never told anyone that. Never told anyone how one of my greatest wishes was to escape Harkwood, a poor excuse for a town—and my inevitable future at Harkwood College, an even poorer excuse for a university. Not to Ma or Papa, though they had figured out as much. Not to my three remaining grandparents, who shared our bungalow and spent their days snoring and sleeping, knitting and reading.

A yelp pierced the air. “Tessa!” my five-year-old brother Rishi shouted, running by me with arms outstretched like a plane’s wings. I dropped the spoon to the counter with a clatter, curry splashing onto the business school brochures I’d brushed aside this morning.

Something like a frog’s dying croak sounded from the driveway. I skipped over the paisley-patterned rug that swallowed the living room floor and squinted through the window. Someone was pulling up in a beaten grey 2003 Civic, engine groaning.

Only one person I knew owned that car. But Papa was never home early. Unless something had happened….

 

 

Filed: Pitch Wars

7 Comments
Leave a reply

Disclaimer:

We’d love your comments but ask that you please keep it polite. Although your views are definitely your own, we do not condone harassment or bullying and don’t want to see it here. We reserve the right to delete any comments for any reason, including being abusive, profane or off topic.

IMPORTANT!
We're thrilled at the different ways those in our Pitch Wars community are giving back—and we encourage them to do so. However, please keep in mind that Pitch Wars is not affiliated with any of these various contests, promotions, etc., including those of our mentors and mentees. Promoting any such opportunities via our social media channels doesn't imply endorsement or affiliation. We encourage you to do your research before participating.

Pitch Wars takes a stand. ANTI-BULLYING. Click here to review our policy

Blog Archives

Blog Categories

Subscribe to Blog via Email

Enter your email address to subscribe to this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. Please read our Privacy Policy before singing up.