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“Do not bring me crap cases. The only matters worth our while are those that have damages in the millions.” He pulled the oxygen mask over his mouth and sucked several lungfuls of air, before rumbling on. “I’m talking death. Dismemberment. Depraved indifference to common decency!” He looked from one attorney to the next. “Get me a ballerina whose legs have been amputated by a speeding train. A neuro-surgeon whose hands have been crushed by a steamroller. I want a family burned alive in their goddamn death trap of a mini-van!” He dissolved into a fit of coughing.
The attorneys looked down at their shoes or sideways at one another. Harold felt his heart pounding. Chicken pox did little to tame his boss’ temper. ~Excerpt from The San Joaquin Suicide Prevention Hotline, a novel-in-progress by James Albert
He picked up the pencil and began to write. The First Epistle to Catholic Artists and Christians from… his nom de plume. It had to be something ecclesiastic like the Reverend or the Vicar. More antiquated. What about the Parcier? Perfect. Erik chuckled. Now, what would the Parson of the Metropolitan Church of Art do first? Who would meet the wrath of his pen? Who would be publicly censured, damned or excommunicated from the arts world? How droll. ~Excerpt from 38 Umbrellas: A Story of Erik Satie, a novel-in-progress by Michelle Fogle
Nina Vela leaves New York for California to escape the world of her fractured and suffocating blue-collar, Italian-American family and reinvent herself at the cusp of the go-go 80s. In San Diego, Nina finds adventure and romance when she meets Charlie Gordan , a waspy young executive-type who is actually Jewish. Nina is in search of opposites from her old life, but she also finds comfort in the fact that Charlie is Jewish as her domineering Aunt Zo (Zolita Vela), the woman who raised her, had always instructed, “Marry a Jew, they treat their wives better.” Nina thinks she’s hit the jackpot just by moving to the other side of the country. Charlie is the fertile soil in which Nina can replant herself and begin a new life, until she discovers that Charlie is unavailable—she thinks he lives with a girlfriend, but after they have sex, Nina discovers that he’s married. ~Opening of synopsis of a novel-in-progress by Donna Marganella
The wedding day had been a dizzying blur, until, in a dark corner of a garden patio strung with white lights and paper lanterns Randy and Laurel had found themselves alone. Randy’s whiskey-laced breath caressed her neck and she felt a slight tug on her hoop earring. I made the biggest mistake of my life, Randy whispered. The thumping of the DJ’s music blared. Goose bumps were evidence of his words, slow and deliberate, still in her ear. Her silence felt like complicity. She teetered. His hands steadied her, smoothing over the taffeta of her bridesmaid’s dress and pressed into the small of her back. She looked over his shoulder, out of the shadows of the manicured hedge and into the bride’s wide-eyed and puzzled expression. Laurel decided falling in love trumped everything, even losing a best friend. ~Excerpt from “Spooning”, a short-story-in-progress by Jill Dyan Martin