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Genre: Literary Fiction
About DagniroVanalielLocation: St. Louis, MO Home Region: Age:20 Website: http://dagnirovanaliel.livejournal.com Favorite writers: JRR Tolkien, Terry Pratchett Favorite music: I put my iPod on shuffle, and somehow it knows exactly what I need to hear played. I call her Cassandra. Non-noveling interests: Tae Kwon Do, sleeping |
Joined: Noviembre 8, 2005 This Year: Official Participant NaNoWriMo History: NaNoWriMo posts: 55 NaNoWriMo buddies: 3
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Synopsis: Cappuccino Catechisms
Twenty years after World War Three is ignited by a madman with Internet-granted power, America's government and economy and society have completely collapsed. The survivors have grouped themselves into regional mobs, fighting and rioting for territory.
In a small Kansas town, sisters Sadie and Summer run a hostel out of a Starbucks and a motel, while long-time friend Iza runs an explosives lab and BDSM dungeon out of Wal-Mart. Their town is a midway point, neutral ground, a place where everyone is welcome to refuel. Take a break. Maybe stay a while, maybe permanently.
The world is broken. Humanity is broken. Fear and anger permeate society. But hope remains--Sadie and Summer hear rumors of a growing revolution, a final strike against the defunct government.
They just hope they'll be alive to see it. The Independent Texan Militia is planning an invasion, and with the New Confederacy growing stronger by the day, everyone waits with growing restlessness to see if this will be the day America turns back to a wasteland.
Excerpt: Cappuccino Catechisms
Someone in Tulsa once told her that lattes were far more enjoyable when steamed milk was used, rather than mixing creamers and espresso. Sadie hadn’t listened then; real lattes had reached nine dollars and twenty-eight cents, and the small shop was charging sixty-five cents a creamer.
She didn’t know what happened to the man, either. All she knew was that around two in the morning that night, she was woken by an entire block crashing to the ground and her sister’s screams filling the room. Then there was running, and more screaming, and she was pretty sure there was a minivan in there somewhere, and somehow they made it back into Kansas and back to their home.
That was seven years ago. They hadn’t left since.
And the latte machine was broken.
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