WeWriWa: EU68

 

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     This snippet is from Emmily, Unbound, an SFR story. Emmily is on a supply run, and Adren is with her this time.  

Last week's snippet ended with: " I’ll never get this Civil War love story written.

The Snippet:  

I inhale deep, then purse my lips and blow through them as I count. Something Kade said before we left pops up in my brain. It was when I was trying to pronounce that weird word. Anyway, he explained that he’s searched our language archives and came up with this—his best explanation for what they had no time to grab: bug out bags. 

Not good. This is starting to sound like spy games or black-ops stuff. 

Let me stop here. I need to admit it and accept it. They aren’t black ops, at least not from Earth. If I’m being truthful to myself, I connected the dots on the first day, about five minutes after Kade held a weapon to my head and told me they needed help.

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Definitely when I saw General’s eyes; that sealed it. All that talk on the radio about UFOs, and Linus asking me if that’s what I came up to the mountains for… 

My heart starts to race again. 

I look over at Adren who is fiddling with the radio and looking around at scenery. He pulls a toy gun out of his pocket and checks it. Another smaller one slides down from his sleeve.

I gulp down rising fear. They’re not toys. And he’s not human. Just like the rest of them. 

I, Emmily Wagner, have made first contact with outer-space aliens. 

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WeWriWa:EU67

 

Happy Saint Patrick's Day (week).  :-)

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors. 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/ 

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     This snippet is from Emmily, Unbound, an SFR story. Emmily is having an argument with Adren about General.  

Last week's snippet ended with: " You can never force someone to agree with an opinion. Like respect, people must come to it on their own.”

The Snippet:  

I hide back in my world again, in my mind, which would remain private if I could just keep from thinking out loud. My thoughts go back to last spring, two days after the divorce was final, when the police came to my front door. My parents were gone, stolen from me by a drunk driver. And then my blood pressure, along with my anxiety, soared, always waiting for another tragedy, another loss to grab my world, to suck something I love right up into a clear blue sky.

I can’t stop the bitter laugh as I shake my head. Yeah, I came up here to live a Zen writing life, to, among other things, get my blood pressure back to where it should be. Instead, I’m in a captive-not-captive situation, being held by aliens-not-aliens. 

And let’s not forget that my muse seems horribly muddled by E.T.s and hostage situations. She’d been all but gone since the accident, so when she talked a little on the trip up here from the city, I was optimistic. Her voice seemed alright that day, maybe a little rusty but not contrary to everything I’ve written so far.

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Then, enter aliens, plastic ray-guns pointed at my head, and voila! She’s gone freaky on me again. 

I guess she did talk a little the night General told me I could sleep in the bedroom. Big of him. But everything she said was crap. Cliché swill. I’ll never get this Civil War love story written.

 That's it for this week. Thank you so much for visiting and for reading. :-)