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Finalists - Tuscany Prize - Novel Category


The Tuscany Prize Committee would like to thank all of the authors who submitted novel manuscripts to the Tuscany Prize.  You heart and soul was reflected in the craft you brought to your creation of a story. Please congratulate the finalists! A Widow in Waiting by Anne B. Walsh Dancing on the Edge of The World by Marian Wernicke Letters in Deft Blue: Johannes and Catharina Vermeer, A Love Story by Therese Dykeman Listening For... Read More →


Tunnel Rat - Novel Submission


He crawled downward, engulfed by musty earth, following the beam of his flashlight, serenaded by crumbling soil and the rustling of critters he took to be rats; he still didn’t know how he’d gotten this assignment.  He’d pled claustrophobia, argued that there were much smaller men than he, but the sarge had shoved the .45, knife and scabbard and flashlight at him and pointed toward the hole. He’d strapped them... Read More →


A Time of Sudden Death - Novel Submission


There is a light on in the basement and I must get up to turn it off.  I don’t know how I know this at three a.m., but I do. It is like the light is a person or entity, calling me. I cannot let this deed go undone, and I get out of my comfy bed in the October morn and creep downstairs in my underwear, past the large... Read More →


Tuscany Prize - Decisions


To all Writers, The Tuscany Prize Committee is working hard to complete the review of all the manuscripts.  We have been having discussions and exchanges about lots of manuscripts.  We are excited about the quality of the stories.  We want to thank you all for all your effort, hard work and creativity. Starting today, we will begin notifying individuals if they made it to the final round.  Please do not be discouraged... Read More →


Lorenzo's Calling - Novel Submission


Lorenzo was not a tourist inHarare,Zimbabwe, but he sure felt like one at the airport. A few commuters whisked in and out of gates, babbling what he presumed was either Shona or Ndebele, the native tongues of the region. He was thankful English was one of its official languages. He stiffened at the sight of submachine guns dangling from the shoulders of theZimbabwesoldiers. Their shoulder patches read “Civil Aviation Authority of... Read More →