Genre: Fantasy
About FlippantMonikerLocation: Austin, TX Home Region: Age:34 Website: http://www.piggymoto.com Favorite novels: Missing Susan; Bimbos of the Death Sun; Red Dwarf: Backwards; Red Dwarf: Last Human; New World Orders; Crescent; Infected; 7th Son; Billibub Baddings and the Case of the Singing Sword; Playing For Keeps Favorite writers: Sharyn McCrumb, Rick Riordan,(Doug Grant) (Rob naylor) Grant Naylor, Edward G Talbot, Phil Rossi,Scott Sigler, J.C. Hutchins, Tee Morris, Mur Lafferty Favorite music: New-Age, Techno, Electronic Non-noveling interests: Stained glass, drawing, cooking, costume making, role-playing games, cooking |
Joined: October 5, 2006 This Year: Official Participant NaNoWriMo History: NaNoWriMo posts: 14 NaNoWriMo buddies: 10
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Brief Author Bio: I've got an artistic day job, but I aspire to be a novelist. I've been writing since high school, but never tried to do anything serious with it until a friend introduced me to NaNo back in '96. Now, I have 3 manuscripts under my belt, and I'm working on more. Last year, I started podcasting my first NaNo novel, which has been a real blast. The show is still ongoing, too! |
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Synopsis: The End of Normal
For over a thousand years, science and reason have ruled the earth. Mankind had shaped reality into something safe and predictable, and humanity has enjoyed a golden era of prosperity and security. All of that is ending.
For, humans did neither create the world, nor did they perfect it. Rather, they hunted things dark and uncontrollable and forced them into the shadows. Earth was shaped by Man's will, but the world's new form was unsustainable in the long run.
Cracks have formed in the walls that humans erected in order to keep away things they can not understand. Even the human spirit could not exist for long in the magical vacuum that they had created. Curiosity and ambition tested the limits of mankind's reality and chipped through to the other side. Darkness has returned with a vengeance.
A new era has begun, even if most of the world's normal people haven't noticed it yet. Horror awaits some of them. Others are destined for beauty or even power, if they can survive the wrath of those monstrous entities who've sworn to punish mankind for the arrogance of its forefathers.
Excerpt: The End of Normal
With its foundation laid in October of 1976, the Gablefront-style Andrews house had existed easily a decade longer than any of the other, newer dwellings on Fighting Tiger Lane (formerly Crepe Myrtle Street). It stood proudly at the top of its cul de sac – a two-story giant watching over a score of quaint, single-story bungalows from the late eighties.
As neighborhood legend had it, the roundabout was once the original owners' private drive. The Andrews had allegedly sold the drive to the city of Katy after a terrible tragedy that burdened the family with a laundry list of funeral-related expenses. When the last Andrews entered her convalescent retirement at Sacred Mother Home for the Aged, the house went on the market. It's paltry return barely payed for the matron's burial – somewhere on the property.
Year after year, seniors from the nearby Katy High School dared freshmen to approach the house's wrought-iron front gate with a burning black candle in hand. The frightened children were to recite the words, “Little old Andrews – little old lady, I know where your children are.” It was said that ghostly orbs of blue light would then appear over the old woman's grave, and she would materialize – summoned from the other side to grant the children a single wish. Of course, these requests required carefully considered, as the little old lady Andrews was in life a crafty and evil witch. She would twist any wish to the detriment of those who would disturb her – especially if she could kill the offending mortals in the process.
The legend of Old Lady Andrews first made it to print in the special “Haunted Halloween” 1987 edition of Paranormal Planet Press. Originally a spooky-story contest entry written by Texas Journalist would-be Julian Cartain, the article was hacked down to filler length, grouped with a handful of letters to the editor, and stuck in the back pages of the floundering magazine. The story so moved and frightened one young boy that it inspired him to pursue paranormal investigation into his adulthood.
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