wewriwa January 26, 2020: EU 13

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     This snippet is from Emmily, Unbound, an SFR story in first-person-present. 
     There could be wonky punctuation to keep within wewriwa guidelines. Emmily, the main character, has lost pretty much everything in the last twelve months: her marriage, her parents, her job, and her house. She and her dog, Murphy, are moving to an old hunting camp her parents willed to her. It's remote, in the mountains of Pennsylvania. They've just arrived, and she's checked the cabin inside. I'm skipping a couple of paras.
 

       

    

The snippet:

     

     The porchlight illuminates a few feet past where I’m parked. Murphy jumps from the car as soon as I open the door. He doesn’t get more than five feet before he raises his leg and marks a shrub. He’s making a statement: This is his home now.

     With night falling fast, I start unloading my things, getting as much as I can before it’s pitch-black. I go back and forth, back and forth carrying loads, then take a break to check my phone for the time. It’s been half an hour and it is dark now; it’s time to go inside. I don’t want to cross a creature that roams the night. Outside the door is their world, not mine. There’s tomorrow to get the rest of my stuff into the cabin.

     I'm looking for beta-readers. If anyone is interested, I'll send you a copy. Please email me at cypherbuss at yahoo dot com. 
     That's it for this week. Thanks for visiting! I am truly grateful for comments and suggestions, and for you taking the time to read it. 

WeWriWa: EU 12

                           

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 Each week, participants sign up HERE at wewriwa.com then post 8 to 10 sentences of their work, published or unpublished (we like it all) on their own blog to go live by 9:00 AM each Sunday.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, read, comment, critique, encourage--all those things that do a solitary writer's heart good. 
     This snippet is from Emmily, Unbound, and SFR story in first-person-present. 
     There could be wonky punctuation to keep within wewriwa guidelines. Emmily, the main character, has lost pretty much everything in the last twelve months: her marriage, her parents, her job, and her house. She and her dog, Murphy, are moving to an old hunting camp her parents willed to her. It's remote, in the mountains of Pennsylvania. They've just arrived, it's nearly dark, she's just contemplated sleeping in the car after something dashed off of the front porch when she opened the car door. We are still in chapter one. Last week's snippet ended with this:
      

        No. I know I’m braver than this, at least marginally braver than my knee-jerk reaction was a minute ago. 

    

Continuing from there:

     I dig around in my overnight bag and find my flashlight, then I leave Murph in the car. I have to check things out but I don’t need complications, especially if he chases after something big and vicious.

     I approach the cabin, listening. An owl hoots somewhere in the deep woods. Above me, on top of the mountain, another owl hoots back. The hair on the back of my neck stands up. I can hear dad’s words repeating country lore about listening to an owl call in the daylight. “Someone is going to die.” I won’t listen... I just won’t listen.
     I'm looking for beta-readers. If anyone is interested, I'll send you a copy. Please email me at cypherbuss at yahoo dot com. 
     That's it for this week. Thanks for visiting! I am truly grateful for comments and suggestions, and for you taking the time to read it. 

WeWriWa: EU 11

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 sci-fi 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. They've just arrived. 

     This is chapter one. Last week's snippet ended with this:  I sigh...  Well, the hunting camp isn't quite as rough-looking as the sign at the end of the lane, but it's going to need some work.

     We continue from there.

     The snippet: 

     

    

Maybe I should have gotten a motel room back on Route 6, but it's pretty late for that now.

     Something scurries from the front porch when I step out of the car. I jump back inside, slamming the door shut twice as fast as I opened it. What was I thinking, coming up here all alone—and it’s almost dark? I must be nuts. I shudder, unsure if it’s the chilly air, or fear causing it. Murphy's sitting up, looking around at the dusky world outside of the windows.

     Sleeping in the car seems like a good option.

      No. I know I’m braver than this, at least marginally braver than my knee-jerk reaction was a minute ago. 

 

I dunno about you guys, but I'd probably be doing a donut and heading back to Route 6.    

        

      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: EU 10

                            

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

     We continue from there.

     The snippet: 

     

     Seeing how overgrown the lane is, I wonder what shape the cabin’s in. I should have come up here to check on it after the will was read, after it became officially mine, Emmily Wagner, only living child of Elma and Burt Wagner.

     The hemlocks and mountain laurel seem to close in around the car as I drive up the steep hill. I take a deep breath, turn on the headlights, and count as I exhale. A mental note forms, that the trees need a good trimming to get them way back off the road. The job’s bigger than I can handle, so I’ll have to hire someone to do it.

     After a half-mile of switchbacks and rainwater ruts, the cabin--tucked into its little clearing--comes into view. I’m back in the sunshine, at least what's left of it: The deep-pink, final moments of daylight.

     I sigh...  Well, the hunting camp isn't quite as rough-looking as the sign at the end of the lane, but it's going to need some work..

     

    

        

      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.