Saturday, October 20, 2012

Spooktacular Pitch #26: FALLEN ANGEL

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Title: Fallen Angel
Genre: Contemporary Sweet Romance
Word Count: 116,000

3 Line Pitch:

In Fallen Angel, Antonio does not believe in love at first sight, until he sees her fall into a street in Milan and get hit by a motorcycle. Compelled to know who Renatta is and if she can return his affection, he becomes her hospital volunteer only to learn that the accident erased her memory. If he fails to win her heart, Renatta will wed her fiancee, Marcello, return to her opera career and sentence Antonio to a lifetime of lonelines - for love at first sight never happens twice.

First 250:

Sweat trickled down the back of Antonio’s neck as he made his way back to the apartment. The gelateria across the street tempted him with its cool refreshment.

“Gratzie, Antonio. We love the new game,” called one of the neighborhood boys as he ran past. With his long legs he had outstripped the rest of the boys who trailed behind.

The smallest boy caught up to Antonio and tugged on his arm. “Per favore, can you play a little longer,” he pleaded with his large brown eyes. He passed a ball back and forth in his hands.

Antonio reached down and ruffled the nine-year-olds hair. “Mi dispiace, another day. I need to take a shower before I meet Stefano and his models.” He smiled at him.

“Okay,” the boy said. “We will get Fabritzio so we can teach him and keep playing.”

“Ciao, amici.” Antonio waved as the rest of the boys ran past, their noisy shouts momentarily blocked out the sounds of life returning to Millefonti Street after siesta in Milan. The sounds of stores being reopened, the clatter of glasses and silverware being set out at cafes and the chatter of people rebounded off the building walls. A low hum of cars and trams from the busy street around the corner added to the noise.

Antonio checked for cars, and then crossed the street. A light summer breeze ruffled his black hair and cooled his sweaty olive skin. He sniffed under one arm. “Scifo. I need a shower”Queen of Random

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