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Genre: Horror & Thriller
About brightsparkLocation: Cardiff, Wales Home Region: Age:19 Favorite novels: The Dark Is Rising, American Gods, Good Omens, Jane Eyre, The Earthsea Quartet, Changing Planes, the Narnia books, The Fionavar Tapestry Favorite writers: Guy Gavriel Kay, Susan Cooper, Neil Gaiman, Robin Hobb/Megan Lindholm, Ursula Le Guin Favorite music: Thea Gilmore, Dar Williams, Vienna Teng, Seth Lakeman, Karine Polwart, Tegan and Sara, Fiona Apple, Regina Spektor, Kirsty McGee Non-noveling interests: Reading tons of books, roleplaying a lot, singing in cabarets, singing with choirs, playing games (especially Final Fantasy/Kingdom Hearts), being a huge dork |
Joined: Oktober 1, 2005 This Year: Official Participant NaNoWriMo History: NaNoWriMo posts: 76 NaNoWriMo buddies: 11
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Brief Author Bio: I'm a nineteen year old girl, just finished my gap year and got to university in Cardiff. I was living in Yorkshire most of my life, but I am Welsh, and I am loving being back home. |
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Synopsis: Your (Sort Of) Friendly Neighbourhood Ghost Hunter (And Friends)
Diana Beretta is a paranormal investigator -- if you have to call her something, call her that. She doesn't really want you to, though, because, well, she just doesn't, okay? Together with her sidekick, a (pet?) poltergeist who she calls Casper, Diana's about to get sucked into the drama of her life. Typical.
This is the glamorous life.
Excerpt: Your (Sort Of) Friendly Neighbourhood Ghost Hunter (And Friends)
A folder slid itself off the shelf and threw itself across the room. She caught it just in time.
“Now, now, Casper, behave yourself,” she murmured, opening it and sliding out the single page of notes she had. “Really, I don’t understand your newfound enthusiasm about my work. Normally you’d rather I hung around here all day, paying attention to you. That’s why you’re a poltergeist, you know -- you must have been a real attention whore when you were still alive.”
There was no reply to that. She sighed, rubbing at her forehead, and scrunched herself deeper into the chair, staring down at the single sheet of paper. Nothing on it had changed since she last looked. She’d kind of been hoping that it would, that some benevolent spirit would come along and solve the whole case for her.
“I don’t get why this got passed along to me, Cas,” she said, absently. “It just looks like an ordinary harmless poltergeist case, at most. Friend of yours?”
She didn’t really expect a response to that one. She shook her head and reached for the phone, carefully dialling the number in. Before pressing call, she paused.
“Casper? Are you going to behave yourself?”
Somewhere in the house, a door shut gently.
“That better have been you,” she muttered, and then pressed call.
The woman who picked up the phone sounded more frightened than Diana really expected. “H-h-hello?”
“Mrs… I’m sorry, I can’t read this handwriting. What’s your name, please?”
“Mrs Cricket,” the woman said, nervously.
“I’m Diana Beretta. I suppose you’d call me a paranormal investigator. According to my notes, you seem to be having a little trouble with a poltergeist?”
“I don’t know about a poltergeist, there’s a ghost here throwing things around and causing all kinds of havoc!”
“Yes, ma’am,” Diana said, rubbing at her forehead again. “That’s what a poltergeist is. I have a pet one.”
The door that had closed so gently before suddenly slammed. Diana didn’t even jump.
“And that bang you might have just heard was him objecting to being called a pet.”
The woman sounded almost interested. “How can you tell it’s male?”
“It’s obnoxious enough.”
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