Pitch Madness 2016 Mario Kart Edition … Game On!
Mar09

Pitch Madness 2016 Mario Kart Edition … Game On!

  Welcome to Team Yoshi Falls! It’s been a long week of reading through all the amazing pitches. Our wonderful readers have narrowed the slush, and your game hosts have chosen sixty-eight pitches for the game. To meet the slush readers go to this post here. And you can find out more about the amazing agents playing the game on this post here. For those of you not familiar with Pitch Madness, it’s a contest where agents compete in a game against their peers for pitches and you can find the rules and instructions of the game here. For this Pitch Madness game, we’re playing Mario Kart. Scroll down to view all 17 picks for my blog or click on the links to each post …   Middle Grade B1: MG CONTEMPORARY WITH SUPERNATURAL ELEMENTS: LINETTE DOUCET AND THE LOUP GAROU B2: MG CONTEMPORARY: BIG FAT POND FISH B3: MG FANTASY: DANDELIONS B4: MG FANTASY: AMANDA JONES AND THE QUEST TO SAVE ZEE   Young Adult B5: YA URBAN FANTASY: VITIUM B6: YA SCI-FI: INTO THE SKYE B7: YA SPECULATIVE THRILLER: THE DARKNESS RISES B8: YA CONTEMPORARY: STAGED B9: YA SCI-FI: SCARS WE BARE B10: YA CONTEMPORARY: DIAMONDS ARE A GIRL’S BEST FRIEND B11: YA FANTASY: A DRAGONBIRD IN THE FERN B12: YA CONTEMPORARY: FAULT LINES   New Adult/Adult B13: ADULT FANTASY: DAUGHTER OF FURY B14: ADULT MYSTERY: PORTSIDE SCREW B15: ADULT SCI-FI: UNTIL THE END B16: ADULT UPMARKET CONTEMPORARY: YEAR OF THE LETTERS B17: ADULT THRILLER: CANARY HILL   Go to all the hosts’ blogs to read more winning pitches …   Rainbow Road on Summer Heacock’s site       Bowser’s Castle on Rebecca Coffindaffer’s site       Moo Moo Meadows on Sharon Johnston’s site       Comments are set to moderation so the agents won’t see their competitors’ bids. Please no comments other than those from the agents. After the game, we’ll release the moderation and let you all comment on the entries. We’ll reveal the agent requests on March 11 at 12:00PM (that’s noon) EST. Please note: We will email submission details for all requests by the agents. After the contest, agents will make requests to us for the pitches they loved and did not win. All the twitter fun will happen on the hashtag #PitchMadness! Congratulations to those who’ve made it into the game! For those who haven’t made it (and whoever else wants to join us), we are hosting a Twitter Pitch Party on March 17 from 8AM to 8PMEST on the hashtag #PitMad. How do you twitter pitch? You can find all the details here. A huge HUGE thank you...

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B17: ADULT THRILLER: CANARY HILL
Mar08

B17: ADULT THRILLER: CANARY HILL

  Title: Canary Hill Age Category: Adult Genre: Thriller Word Count: 94,000 Pitch: Struggling veteran Raleigh Taylor makes a deal with Sheriff John Boone to help solve his family’s grizzly murder. In exchange, John offers Raleigh a chance to piece his life back together. Assuming they both survive. First 250 Word of Manuscript: It wasn’t even noon yet, and Sheriff John Boone stood in the middle of a trailer park with his Colt 1911 pistol leveled at a piss-drunk, stark-naked white supremacist. “Jesus H. Christ, Ricky,” he said, doing his best to keep his gun aimed at the skinny, swastika-tattooed son of a bitch, and his eyes aimed anywhere but. Perks of a small town: he knew just about everybody’s name, down to the lowest sacks of coal dirt in the county. Downside was, he knew he’d run into Ricky again before long, and John didn’t think he’d be able to look him in the eye after this. “Put the damn gun down and put on some clothes.” Ricky swayed a little on his bare feet, a mostly-empty mason jar in one hand and a hunting rifle in the other. A row of cans sat untouched on the fence; the fence and the tree behind it weren’t quite so lucky. All things considered, John wasn’t too worried about taking a bullet. Not as long as Ricky was aiming for him. “Get off my property.” Ricky’s tongue was as clumsy as the rest of him, tripping over itself every other syllable. “You’re trespassing.” “And you’re about two sheets too far to the wind to be handling that rifle, so how about you put it down and save me the trouble of hauling you back to the station.” He tipped his hat back with his free hand to block a little more of the glaring West Virginia...

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B16: ADULT UPMARKET CONTEMPORARY: YEAR OF THE LETTERS
Mar08

B16: ADULT UPMARKET CONTEMPORARY: YEAR OF THE LETTERS

  Title: Year of the Letters Age Category: Adult Genre: Upmarket Contemporary Word Count: 82,000 Pitch: After his estranged son is killed in Afghanistan, a father discovers a notebook of secret letters his son, when 11 years old, wrote to his dead grandmother during the year that changed everything. First 250 Word of Manuscript: November 28th Khost, Afghanistan Working around dead people left a smell. Knowing the chow line would be long, twenty-one-year-old Jake Gatlin, a corporal in a Marine Corps Mortuary Affairs unit in Afghanistan, stayed behind to let the line shorten. He lay still as a bird dog on point. His eyes were open, but he couldn’t see a thing. He had taken off his boots and socks, because he wanted to feel the smoothness of the plastic under his heels and on the tops of his toes. As the plastic settled over his body, its heaviness was comforting, like the thick wool blanket his mama used to lay across him on cool nights when he pretended he was asleep. He felt its weight and coolness where it touched his naked forehead, nose, cheeks, heels and toes. Jake tried not to let his chest heave too much, so he took deep, slow breaths. But it didn’t matter. Each breath heaved his chest enough to crinkle-crackle the plastic, as if bone beetles scurried across the outside surface, searching for ingress. Time stood nearly as still as he lay. No red dirt swirled up his nose. No fingers sweated inside blood covered gloves. No dog tags lay crumpled on the ground to be collected and cataloged. No tattered pockets hid “I love you,” notes from wives or wrinkled photographs of unseen babies to be smoothed and placed in plastic baggies. No leg-less, foot-filled boots had to be un-laced to remove the...

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B15: ADULT SCI-FI: UNTIL THE END
Mar08

B15: ADULT SCI-FI: UNTIL THE END

  Title: UNTIL THE END Age Category: Adult Genre: Women’s fiction with a light sci-fi element Word Count: 94,000 Pitch: Lilia’s husband and son are on the shuttle to Mars, but she’s given up her seat to save a child. Now she must brave an apocalyptic Midwest to find another launch – before the asteroid hits. First 250 Word of Manuscript: I wasn’t planning to deceive him. Not after eight years of marriage. Not on his last day on Earth. I didn’t even know I was going to do it until it happened. It was as if the decision wasn’t my own, as if it had been made for me eons ago, set in motion by all these events tumbling beyond my control. To clarify, I didn’t lie to my husband. But I certainly sucked him into my deception – my enormous, life-altering deception. And there was nothing he could do about it once it was spoken. Conveniently, he was already strapped into his seat, positioned protectively next to our little boy, on the way to the shuttle that was destined to remove us from this world. So I didn’t have to worry about him leaping up to argue with me, beg me to change my mind, or simply pick me up and force me into my own seat, if he were the kind of guy to do that sort of thing. The seat, though, was no longer my own. That was the crux of the accidental deception. We planned for weeks to take our trip into the vast unknown. I’d obsessively made list after list of what we would bring in our allotted luggage – three bags, one for each of us. Our lives were meant to be crammed into three bags, and how on Earth can you do that? How on Earth. What would the new expression be? “How on Mars” just didn’t sound...

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B14: ADULT MYSTERY: PORTSIDE SCREW
Mar08

B14: ADULT MYSTERY: PORTSIDE SCREW

  Title: “Portside Screw” Age Category: Adult Genre: Mystery Word Count: 99k Pitch: Retired PI turned fulltime boat bum, Jack Cubera, alongside Skeg, an eco-maniac, must destroy an egregious land development to save Islamorada’s pristine backwaters or surrender it all to crafty mobsters, ingenious kingpins, and shady politicos. First 250 Word of Manuscript: Chapter 1 The human head bobbed to the surface of Florida Bay like a lobsterpot buoy, the hair slick as a seal’s coat and the ears so brightly backlit with sunset they glowed a fiery orange. For a moment, Jack Cubera feared it was severed from the torso, but as the current tipped it forward the nose caught like a rudder in an eddy and the body surfaced, rotating clockwise in the tidal swirl. Jack stowed his fishing rod, grabbed his paddle, then angled his kayak toward the body as his fishing partner, a neighbor’s kid from the docks, paddled in behind him. “That a manatee?” the kid asked. Jack dragged his paddle through the water then rested it across his thighs and let his kayak drift. “Don’t come any closer, kid.” “What’s wrong?” A sweat bead traveled the bridge of Jack’s nose then rolled off the tip, spattering through his walrus-like mustache. As he dragged a hot tongue over the salty bristles, the dead body released a trumpeting fart of intestinal gases, sank away, then buoyed back. “Seriously. What is that thing?” “Give me a second.” In his seven years of fishing the backcountry, Jack had happened across plenty of strange flotsam—bales of weed, Haitian rafts, an abandoned seaplane—but never anything this unusual. As he considered his next move, the bloated mass rolled like a keeling boat, bringing a face pale and veiny as boiled haggis to the surface. Set over its hooked nose was a pair of Costa Del Mar sunglasses, each lens reflecting a sky bleeding out in those reds and oranges usually reserved for Mai Tais laced with...

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B13: ADULT FANTASY: DAUGHTER OF FURY
Mar08

B13: ADULT FANTASY: DAUGHTER OF FURY

  Title: Daughter Of Fury Age Category: Adult Genre: Fantasy Word Count: 110,000 Pitch: Protecting Councilman Argos is better than drinking herself to death after her girlfriend is kidnapped, but when Rhea finds Liga just to watch her die, she’ll destroy everything rather than leave her people enslaved. First 250 Word of Manuscript: The jeers of the crowd that amassed in the cramped alleyway behind The Gilded Stag grew louder by the minute, but all Rhea could hear was the blood pumping in her skull. The hulking woodsman’s hand tightened around her neck, choking her airway smaller and smaller. She could either act now, or die here behind the only place in the Southlands that felt like home anymore. All over a spilled drink. # It wasn’t one of her finer moments. She was drinking at the Stag, alone, for the third time that week — and her coin purse had suffered for it. There was enough left for one last drink, maybe two if she limited herself to the cheapest ale Fager had to offer. But her taste prevailed, so she pushed the last of her crescents across the bar for a pint of her old favorite. *Life is shit*, Rhea thought to herself while tucking the empty purse back into her pocket. The least she could do was make sure her mead wasn’t. She tipped the gleaming, curved glass toward her mouth until the rosy amber liquid began to burn her tongue. Liquid amnesia was worth every last crescent she owned. That’s when he showed up. Rhea didn’t know much about Erro, other than he worked in the Woodwall gathering lumber, loved his drink perhaps more than his wife, and took any opportunity to laugh at Rhea’s expense. That, and his breath smelled of sour milk. The foul stench of it entered her nose as he shoved his way past, eyes trained on an empty seat on the far side of the...

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B12: YA CONTEMPORARY: FAULT LINES
Mar08

B12: YA CONTEMPORARY: FAULT LINES

  Title: FAULT LINES Age Category: Young Adult Genre: Contemporary Word Count: 81,000 Pitch: Teen mechanic Zoe is tired of people treating her like she’s fragile just because she was born with brittle bones. When she meets Dylan, she hides her condition: a decision that could break her heart. First 250 Word of Manuscript: Senior hall is deserted. Completely. Picture a sno cone shack in Antarctica, and they’re out of fish flavor so not even the penguins are interested. The slowest stragglers have made it to class or slipped out the back, unnoticed by the school resource officer. Homework has been handed in. Lessons have started. The echoes of the tardy bell have long since dispersed into open space. Everyone is where they should be. Except me. I should be sitting in chemistry, listening to another yawn-inspiring lecture on molecules. Taking notes. Suffering through a pop quiz. Instead, I’m staring at the gold fliers that have been carefully taped to the face of every senior girl’s locker. Except mine. Reaching out, I tug the flier off the closest locker. The paper must not be as strong as the tape, because it rips, leaving a jagged gold scar on the deep blue paint. I doubt Julie will mind if hers goes missing. When the principal tried to force her to go to a pep assembly on the first day of school, Julie stood in the middle of the commons and declared that she would rather gouge her eyes out with a hot spoon than participate in a single activity planned by Student Council. I’m guessing Powderpuff Football is only the tip of that massive iceberg. The flier’s various grammatical mistakes are showcased in some ridiculously perky font that has to be named Cheerleader or Spirit Squad. Morgan Townsend, the president of the Student Council, probably paid for it out of her own pocket just so she could use it for this...

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B11: YA FANTASY: A DRAGONBIRD IN THE FERN
Mar08

B11: YA FANTASY: A DRAGONBIRD IN THE FERN

Title: A DRAGONBIRD IN THE FERN Age Category: Young Adult Genre: Fantasy Word Count: 76K Pitch: To appease the violent spirit of her murdered sister, Princess Anh agrees to marry a foreign king so she can investigate in his country. But now the assassin’s after her. Vietnamese and Maori-inspired elements. First 250 Word of Manuscript: My shoulders stretched against the silk of my *xia lai* as I wrenched myself up to the highest branch that would still carry my weight. A mother dragonbird in the nest above cawed and flapped her wings in an attempt to drive me away. If only one of her feathers would flutter down to me. I stilled, waiting until the kitten-sized bird stopped panicking. But a hopeful breath later, my patience gave out. I’d need to get the feather straight from the nest. The iridescent blue and green bird dove down at my face then hovered, battering me with its wings. I couldn’t risk injuring her or the ritual wouldn’t work, so I curled into the tree trunk, pressing my lips together to avoid a mouthful of feathers. As gently as possible, I brushed her away, and she landed just out of reach. “I won’t hurt you or your babies. I promise,” I muttered, as she hopped frantically along a thick twig. I didn’t quite trust the branch not to splinter below me, so I circled the trunk with one arm and groped up into the nest above my head, praying for the sensation of one of those long, beautiful feathers against my fingertips. Dry grass…twigs…fluffy down that wouldn’t do. The mother bird screeched at me, and I hurried all the more. One egg, then two. A silky length! My heart sang even as my arm muscles cried. I plucked the feather from the...

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