Posts by fizzygrrl

10: WILD TYPE

Title: WILD TYPE Age Category: Adult Genre: Literary Fantasy Word Count: 84,000 Pitch: A female scientist in a male-dominated society hopes to prove her worth on an expedition, but she never anticipated sabotage. Now abandoned in uncharted land, surviving alone will become her greatest act of defiance. First 250 Word of Manuscript: Penn hooked her elbow over the cornice of Thane’s third tallest tower and grunted as she hoisted herself to the top. With a quick spin she sat against the tower’s golden dome, her feet dangling eighty-five feet off the ground, above a city hosting an overabundance of two things: sand and heat. She checked her watch. Three minutes. A new record. While the dome’s golden surface was blinding from the eastern side, she reveled in the coolness of slick metal against her back on the western side—the side she gambled the palace guards couldn’t see. She might be the daughter of Thane’s most prized researcher, and someone who worked in the palace labs for over a decade, but laws were laws. At this height, Thane resembled the spectacular city the other eight Circled Kingdoms recounted in stories, and stories were powerful. Stories spread. An entire city and its million oh-so-lucky citizens crowded inside a stark seventy-foot white wall. From the backside of the research tower, however, the whole city hung behind her, and she alone enjoyed the view of what existed past the wall. ‘You never saw this, Daddy. You never got to set foot in the Farlands. But I promise, I will’. She tipped forward just enough to glance down. The tiled walkway below appeared immaculate save for the spiderwebbed cracks her father created when he jumped from the tower three years earlier. But the fall didn’t kill him; a bed-ridden year passed before his busted...

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11: FINDERS KEEPERS

Title: Finders Keepers Age Category: Adult Genre: Contemporary Comedy Romance Word Count: 77000 Pitch: Between a break-up, unemployment, and a cross-country move, Caroline’s life can’t get any more topsy-turvy. That is until she becomes the victim of a mobile tiny house theft turned accidental kidnapping. First 250 Word of Manuscript: “It’s downright tiny, Caroline,” my grandmother, Ethel, murmured. Ethel Fitzgerald was not one to mince words. She was blunt and sometimes a little acerbic. Depending on whom you asked, some might go so far as to say she lacked tact, but to me she was a breath of fresh air in a town full of biddies that would say one thing and mean something else. I usually appreciated her honesty, but in that moment I would have preferred a compliment, even a disingenuous one. “That’s why they call them tiny houses. It’s supposed to be small, Grandma. There’s tons of storage space, so don’t you worry. Let me give you the tour,” I said. “Shouldn’t take long,” she muttered beneath her breath. My grandmother’s criticism of my home stung something fierce. I gave her a tight smile and took a step further into the house. It had been a labor of love, all 262.4 square feet designed myself and built by my own hands. The house was more than wood and tile, nails and glass. It had been born from my own blood, sweat, and tears. There had been plenty of all three. I took a deep breath and started my lengthy rundown of all the features the space boasted. Tiny meant squat if you utilized the space properly, which I most certainly had. “This is the combined bedroom-living room. My bed is tucked beneath the window over here, and this wood cover slides out and extends over the...

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12: THINGS BETTER NOT HEARD

Title: THINGS BETTER NOT HEARD Age Category: Young Adult Genre: Contemporary Word Count: 76,000 Pitch: Determined to win a scholarship and break her Aboriginal family’s cycle of welfare dependence, love derails a deaf teenager’s plans. But it’s discovery of her Turkish boyfriend’s secret that may ultimately destroy her future. First 250 Word of Manuscript: The bottom dropped out of my stomach like I’d hit a speed bump at one-fifty, and I goldfished for breath. The sudden stillness of the classroom meant five other girls—and probably at least two boys—also rated the new guy at precisely the same level as me. To. Die. For. Hayley stiffened alongside me like a hunting dog. If I risked a glance at her I’d lose my shit for sure, because she’d be pointing with her boobs rather than her nose. Disguising my reaction, I shoved a hand through my hair. And froze.* Damn.* Flouting school rules, my hair hung loose. I relied on the teachers to ignore my only defiance, rather than tackle a potentially embarrassing conversation, yet I’d exposed myself. Fingers raking through long bangs, I covered my hearing aids without taking my eyes off New Guy. Oblivious to the no-touching-students rule, Mrs. Richter ushered forward the object of our interest. Deserting him a few feet into the classroom, she danced her impressive bulk backward, blocking the doorway as though fearing the boy would bolt. Like a wild animal. Except he wasn’t a boy, and it looked like running away was the last thing he’d ever need to do. Returning the examination of twelve sets of eyes, he hooked a thumb through the strap of a backpack slung over broad shoulders. I could understand why he wore a sweatshirt, rather than the school windcheater. They probably didn’t even make the jacket in his...

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13: SOCIOPOP

Title: SOCIOPOP Age Category: Young Adult Genre: Contemporary Word Count: 62,000 Pitch: ‘Heathers’ meets the Stanford Prison Experiment when a homeschooled gay teen returns to high school, befriends the cleverest of girls, and turns a dog shelter into a prison for creeps to ensure his shiny future. First 250 Word of Manuscript: Lurking in the precise spot where the hallway poured into a living room filled with rejected furniture and relics from the 80’s and 90’s, Gabe Gordon shifted. His arms cradled pieces of technology that were going to help ensnare his perfect future and one of those pieces was digging into his arm uncomfortably. He refused to wait another second. “Mom. Dad…” He shook his head. “I mean, Leah. Remy. I want to go to high school.” Gabe had been practicing that sentence, right down to the flub where he ‘accidentally’ referred to his parents by their socially accepted titles, for weeks. Leah looked up from her desk where she was trying to fix a frame from the latest issue of her graphic novel, *Geek Grrrl*. “What’s wrong with your current school?” She asked, just as Gabe anticipated she would. “You mean this old thing?” Gabe carefully put his laptop and a jumble of other Apple products onto the coffee table so his hands were free to wave around. “You don’t like your teachers?” She persisted. “You mean, you two?” Gabe pointed at the very two people he was talking to. “What, so you love fascism now?” Remy cut in, looking up from his new turntable. “Yes, Remy. The only thing we ‘mos love more than Beyoncé is fascism.” Shaking his head in disgust, Remy turned towards the receiver and adjusted the volume so that Joey Ramone could declare even louder that Sheena is, in fact, a punk...

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14: SUPER JAKE & THE KING OF CHAOS

Title: SUPER JAKE & THE KING OF CHAOS Age Category: Middle Grade Genre: Contemporary Word Count: 52,000 Pitch: Eleven-year-old Ethan loves his special needs brother, and he loves magic, too. When he wins the chance to perform with his favorite magician, he must choose between following his dream and following his heart. First 250 Word of Manuscript: Whether my audience is nine-year-old Superheroes with plastic hammers and shields, or ninety-year-old great-grandparents with white hair and walkers, everybody loves magic. Especially me. Today’s show is for a dozen three-year-old girls. Princess Leia pokes Pocahontas; Belle whacks a ballerina with a balloon; and Snow White screams for her mommy. Welcome to my world. I’ve been doing magic shows since the beginning of fifth grade, and loved every second of it. Then school ended, summer started, and my kid brother had nothing to do. “Ethan, why not put Freddy in your act?” Mom suggested. “He could be your assistant.” Sometimes I think her favorite thing to do is find new ways to ruin my life. Faster than you can say “Abracadabra,” I explained why her latest idea was even worse than usual. My favorite reason was, “What if I accidentally saw him in half?” No loving parent could possibly argue with that. Right? Next day, Freddy pranced into the living room in top hat, black shirt and pants, and red bowtie. The top hat practically covered his eyes. The bowtie was crooked. It was like staring at myself in one of those funhouse mirrors, where everything is exaggerated. And terrifying. “Doesn’t he look wonderful?” Mom gushed. “He certainly does.” Dad put his arm around her waist. I hate mushy stuff as much as anyone, but my parents used to be like that all the time… until Jake was born and Mom got...

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