WeWriWa: EU9 Take 2

I ran late last week AND forgot to sign up, too. So, I'm reposting last week's snippet. :-)  Happy New Year to all of you! I hope 2020 sees all of your dreams come true (especially those writing dreams)!

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors, where we share snips and bits of amazing tales by talented authors and writers. Each week, participants sign up HERE at wewriwa.com then post 8 to 10 sentences of their work, published or unpublished (we like it all) on their own blog to go live by 9:00 AM each Sunday. Then we visit each other and read and comment, critique, encourage--all those things that do a solitary writer's heart good.
      Snippet Sunday group from facebook, not us, but many of our participants do both, is HERE

     This snippet if from  Emmily, Unbound, a contemporary romance with scifi elements. It's in First-person.  

     There could be wonky punctuation to keep within the #wewriwa guidelines. Emmily, the main character has lost pretty much everything in the last twelve months. She and her dog, Murphy, are moving to an old hunting camp her dad and mom willed to her.

     This is chapter one. Last week's snippet ended with this:   The trees cast long shadows eastward, reminding me the day is growing late. I close the windows to the deepening chill.

     The snippet: 

     There’s no radio reception here. If I remember right, I’ll get some up at the house, not great, but better than none. I wonder if I’ll get any cellphone reception at all.     One more bend, a sharp, “kiss-a-me-ass turn” as my dad used to say, and the lane comes into view.
     A flood of memories comes back as I look at the dilapidated sign, at the black paint flaking off the white background. I remember the day dad and I put it up: “Wagner Estate. Welcome, visitors from near and far.” The words are lost to weather and time, their shadows peel from the wood, but their meaning whispers in my memory.

     That was my parents’ credo, especially dad’s. A stranger really was a friend he didn’t know.

        

      I'm looking for Beta-readers--if anyone is interested, I'll send you a copy. Email me at cypherbuss at yahoo dot com

 

 That's it for this week.  Thanks for visiting! I am truly grateful for comments, suggestions, and for you taking the time to read it.

WeWriWa: EU9

I ran late last week AND forgot to sign up, too. So, I'm reposting last week's snippet. :-)  Happy New Year to all of you! I hope 2020 sees all of your dreams come true (especially those writing dreams)!

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors, where we share snips and bits of amazing tales by talented authors and writers. Each week, participants sign up HERE at wewriwa.com then post 8 to 10 sentences of their work, published or unpublished (we like it all) on their own blog to go live by 9:00 AM each Sunday. Then we visit each other and read and comment, critique, encourage--all those things that do a solitary writer's heart good.
      Snippet Sunday group from facebook, not us, but many of our participants do both, is HERE

     This snippet if from  Emmily, Unbound, a contemporary romance with scifi elements. It's in First-person.  

     There could be wonky punctuation to keep within the #wewriwa guidelines. Emmily, the main character has lost pretty much everything in the last twelve months. She and her dog, Murphy, are moving to an old hunting camp her dad and mom willed to her.

     This is chapter one. Last week's snippet ended with this:   The trees cast long shadows eastward, reminding me the day is growing late. I close the windows to the deepening chill.

     The snippet: 

     There’s no radio reception here. If I remember right, I’ll get some up at the house, not great, but better than none. I wonder if I’ll get any cellphone reception at all.     One more bend, a sharp, “kiss-a-me-ass turn” as my dad used to say, and the lane comes into view.
     A flood of memories comes back as I look at the dilapidated sign, at the black paint flaking off the white background. I remember the day dad and I put it up: “Wagner Estate. Welcome, visitors from near and far.” The words are lost to weather and time, their shadows peel from the wood, but their meaning whispers in my memory.

     That was my parents’ credo, especially dad’s. A stranger really was a friend he didn’t know.

        

      I'm looking for Beta-readers--if anyone is interested, I'll send you a copy. Email me at cypherbuss at yahoo dot com

 

 That's it for this week.  Thanks for visiting! I am truly grateful for comments, suggestions, and for you taking the time to read it.

WeWriWa: EU8

    

     Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors, where we share snips and bits of amazing tales by talented authors and writers. Each week, participants sign up HERE at wewriwa.com then post 8 to 10 sentences of their work, published or unpublished (we like it all) on their own blog to go live by 9:00 AM each Sunday. Then we visit each other and read and comment, critique, encourage--all those things that do a solitary writer's heart good.
      Snippet Sunday group from facebook, not us, but many of our participants do both, is HERE 

 

     This snippet if from  Emmily, Unbound, a contemporary romance with scifi elements. It's in First-person.  

     There could be wonky punctuation to keep within the #wewriwa guidelines. Emmily, the main character has lost pretty much everything in the last twelve months. She and her dog, Murphy, are moving to an old hunting camp her dad and mom willed to her. She's listening to the radio for distraction, and the Deejays have just gone on and on about a possible UFO sighting.

     This is chapter one. Last week's snippet ended with this:   A shiny, black SUV barreling by the other direction crowds us, but lane-hogging isn’t hard to do since the paved surface is only about one and a half cars wide.

     The snippet: 

     

     We travel another two miles and then turn left onto Hemlock Hollow Road. Cellphone reception is gone, along with the navigation. That’s okay. We’re so close; I’ll watch for the sign.

     I’m surprised the road isn’t paved; I guess this is still the boondocks.

     Another large black vehicle sails past. I look in my side-view mirror and see that its license reads, “Official Business.” I wonder if the last one had government plates, too.

The trees cast long shadows eastward, reminding me the day is growing late. I close the windows to the deepening chill.

        

      I'm looking for Beta-readers--if anyone is interested, I'll send you a copy. Email me at cypherbuss at yahoo dot com

 

 That's it for this week.  Thanks for visiting! I am truly grateful for comments, suggestions, and for you taking the time to read it.