WeWriWa: EU38

 

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors.Thank you to everyone who left a comment last week. 
     I'm reposting the bit about the relaxed rules in case I've missed anyone:
     In short, the WeWriWa rules have been relaxed. The goal is to maintain ease of finding the weekly snippet, but allowing more promo for published books.  You can check them out here: http://wewriwa.blogspot.com/p/the-rules-of-wewriwa.html
      We love our core group, the close-knit community that has evolved here at WeWriWa, the ease and joy of our weekly 'gathering,' but we also recognize that the time authors spend sharing and commenting has to make marketing sense, too. Time is precious.  This change would also eliminate the need for the "wonky punctuation to stay within guidelines" disclaimer.   

      If you'd like to participate or read tempting morsels from other authors, please sign up--or check the linky list at: http://wewriwa.blogspot.com/
      Also, check out the Snippet Sunday group on facebook. 
     This snippet is from Emmily, Unbound, an SFR story.  To read a compilation of all snippets posted for this story, click Here: Emmily Unbound, Chapter 1  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, have moved to the mountains of Pennsylvania into an old, remote, hunting camp her parents willed to her. It's her first full day here and after a trip to town to get supplies, she's in the midst of being carjacked--or kidnapped or taken hostage--out in the boonies. Last week one of her kidnappers  demanded--help at gunpoint. Now they are carrying a body out of the woods.  It ended with:       I try to control my breathing, slow breaths, counting. I can’t be charged with a crime, I reason, if I’m being forced at gunpoint.

        Now, the  snippet: 

             

     Yeah, my knees aren’t going to hold me much longer.

     The men carrying the prone form arrive at the car. On closer view, I see that one of them is a woman. I had to look hard, though; hiding behind the same uniform the others wear, she’s one strong-looking lady. Same silky hair, same gorgeous features but hers are smeared with soot and blood. She glances my direction and I know right away I get no points for belonging to the sisterhood.

     Kade tells me to open the back, and when I do, I get close to the body. I look down into a face contorted in pain. He’s so pale. He must have died an awful death that this mask of his demise remains.

        That's the snippet. A few more lines if you're interested. :-)

     Even so, he is…drop-dead handsome. Drop-dead? I guess it fits in a sick sort of way. He was handsome.     
    The lines of his face are angular. Brows arch in perfect form above eyelids fringed with long lashes. His hair, colorless like those surrounding him, is fine and silky, the kind of hair I always wished I had. A single, small braid hangs to the side of his face, and it's full of beads.

     For God’s sake, I’m going into shock. Why else would I… Seriously? I’m checking out the dead guy…

     The others hoist the sides of the camo tarp he's on… and he moans.

       

   

        So, we know that Emmily has an injured person on her hands--not a dead one. Her reaction starting next week. Thanks so much for reading, and if you left a comment, I'll throw in a virtual hug. 

WeWriWa: EU37

 

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors.Thank you to everyone who left a comment last week. 
     I'm reposting the bit about the relaxed rules in case I've missed anyone:
     In short, the WeWriWa rules have been relaxed. The goal is to maintain ease of finding the weekly snippet, but allowing more promo for published books.  You can check them out here: http://wewriwa.blogspot.com/p/the-rules-of-wewriwa.html
      We love our core group, the close-knit community that has evolved here at WeWriWa, the ease and joy of our weekly 'gathering,' but we also recognize that the time authors spend sharing and commenting has to make marketing sense, too. Time is precious.  This change would also eliminate the need for the "wonky punctuation to stay within guidelines" disclaimer.   

      If you'd like to participate or read tempting morsels from other authors, please sign up--or check the linky list at: http://wewriwa.blogspot.com/
      Also, check out the Snippet Sunday group on facebook. 
     This snippet is from Emmily, Unbound, an SFR story.  To read a compilation of all snippets posted for this story, click Here: Emmily Unbound, Chapter 1  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, have moved to the mountains of Pennsylvania into an old, remote, hunting camp her parents willed to her. It's her first full day here and after a trip to town to get supplies, she's in the midst of being carjacked--or kidnapped or taken hostage--out in the boonies. Last week one of her kidnappers  demanded--help at gunpoint. Now they are carrying a body out of the woods.  It ended with:       Easier? As if any form of the word easy has a place in what’s going on here.

     I have no choice.

        Now, the  snippet:    

      

    

     Numbly, I nod at him while my mind spins. They want me to help them get rid of a body? My knees are going to give out. The illegal things going on here are mounting up. Accessory to a…a… what the hell is it? At the very least, there must be something we can be arrested for, like disrespecting the dead. No. That’s not it.

     I try to control my breathing, slow breaths, counting. I can’t be charged with a crime, I reason, if I’m being forced at gunpoint.

        That's the snippet. 

        Have you seen the Neowise comet in the skies, yet?   

   

        Thanks so much for reading, and if you left a comment, I'll throw in a virtual hug. 

WeWriWa: EU36

 

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors.Thank you to everyone who left a comment last week.
     I'm reposting the bit about the relaxed rules in case I've missed anyone:
     In short, the WeWriWa rules have been relaxed. The goal is to maintain ease of finding the weekly snippet, but allowing more promo for published books.  You can check them out here: http://wewriwa.blogspot.com/p/the-rules-of-wewriwa.html
      We love our core group, the close-knit community that has evolved here at WeWriWa, the ease and joy of our weekly 'gathering,' but we also recognize that the time authors spend sharing and commenting has to make marketing sense, too. Time is precious.  This change would also eliminate the need for the "wonky punctuation to stay within guidelines" disclaimer.   

      If you'd like to participate or read tempting morsels from other authors, please sign up--or check the linky list at: http://wewriwa.blogspot.com/
      Also, check out the Snippet Sunday group on facebook. 
     This snippet is from Emmily, Unbound, an SFR story.  To read a compilation of all snippets posted for this story, click Here: Emmily Unbound, Chapter 1  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, have moved to the mountains of Pennsylvania into an old, remote, hunting camp her parents willed to her. It's her first full day here and after a trip to town to get supplies, she's in the midst of being carjacked--or kidnapped or taken hostage--out in the boonies. Last week one of her kidnappers  explained that they need help, that there's been a crash. Emmily assumes a 'car' crash. . It ended with:     Speechless, I hang onto the side of the car, trembling while I try to gain control of my spinning brain.  For cripes’ sake, Emmily, think!  If Murph and I are going to live through this, I need to get it together.

        Now, the  snippet:    

      

     There’s movement in the woods again. “Holy shit and what the hell--all rolled into one.”  I swallow the enormous lump that forms in my throat. I will be dead soon if I don’t stop thinking out loud.

     Two more white-haired men are carrying something. Mr. Friendly remains at my side with the plastic ray-gun pointed at me. The other two carjacker-types go back into the woods and help carry whatever it is.

      “Good God above,” I mutter. Is that a body? I try to control my shaking while I look around.

That's the snippet. Here's a few more to round out this thought. 

      

     I really need to escape. Like…really.

     The weapon-wielder must see it on my face, how desperate I am. He leans close, directly in front of me, blocking the view of them coming our way and I can’t avoid him. He says, “I am Kade. I do not want to harm you. My friend needs help. You…have no choice. But your …cooperation will make this…easier.”

     Easier? As if any form of the word easy has a place in what’s going on here.

     I have no choice.

  

        That's it for this week. Thanks so much for reading, and if you left a comment, I'll throw in a virtual hug.