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Genre: Horror & Thriller
About leanan_sidheLocation: Raleigh, NC Home Region: Age:21 Website: http://coffeeandperil.blogspot.com Favorite novels: American Gods, Ulysses, To the Lighthouse, Dracula Favorite writers: Neil Gaiman, James Joyce Favorite music: Lost in the Trees, Animal Collective, the Decemberists Non-noveling interests: public radio |
Joined: October 4, 2008 This Year: Official Participant NaNoWriMo History: NaNoWriMo posts: 16 NaNoWriMo buddies: 22
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Brief Author Bio: Once upon a time, there was girl who told herself she'd never be able to write a novel. She believed this nonsense day in and day out, thinking that she could never match up to the literary giants littering her bookshelf. Then, someone told her about NaNoWriMo. She was intrigued, and made a half-hearted attempt. This attempt wasn't even worth thinking much about, to be quite honest with you. She retreated, shame-faced, back to a world of reading and gawking at fiction she knew she could never match up to. She took a fiction writing class. The sheer idiocy of some of the stories written by her classmates told her that she wasn't as horrible as she thought. So she decided, one more time, to try writing a novel. Aside from the novelling aspirations, this young lady's life mostly consisted of radio DJing, drinking beer, chatting with friends, and reading. Surprisingly, none of these activities have taken a swan-dive since her foray into writing. |
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Synopsis: Hope and Faith
Hope and Faith are twin sisters who headline the peep show of a deeply disturbing, deeply dark carnival in the South. Faith starts acting strangely and soon other carnival members do too. Hope is left to unravel the carnival, whose core even she is unfamiliar with.
Excerpt: Hope and Faith
Things had been tense since the two-headed turtle died. Now, you might think that a two-headed turtle is bound to show up on its back without warning, what with the fact that if it already has one mutation it would have five more. But our turtle had lasted a long, long time. Turtles tend to do that. They live, much longer than you’d expect them to, even when they are graced with one more head and a few more internal organs than you would normally assign.
Besides, this turtle had been found with one head missing, a cracked shell, and a pocketknife sticking out of its chest. I don’t know what other people think, but in a traveling carnival that ain’t natural causes.
The problem with living in our world, besides the fact that you start forgetting how to interact naturally with people who don’t travel for a living, is that no one cares. We stop in a town, someone gets sick, and it’s mighty hard to find a doctor who’s willing to treat your problems. On our circuit it’s difficult to even find a town with a doctor. We’re beyond the fringes of acceptable society and when your two-headed turtles start dropping like flies, you’ve got no one else to turn to.
Faith had a fondness for the turtle. She called him Clem. Day Mr. Stanley found him on his back she just had to hold a funeral for the blessed thing before she’d get ready for our act that night. That was probably the other reason she was short with me about what I was wearing. The turtle, and the sex. Both were about as equally important.
