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 Each week, participants sign up HERE at wewriwa.com then post 8 to 10 sentences of their work, published or unpublished (we like it all) on their own blog to go live by 9:00 AM each Sunday.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
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. Jason is her ex-husband, and he didn't like the hunting cabin.
This is chapter one. Last week's snippet ended with this: To say that Jason never liked it is a big understatement...and it’s one
that leaves me bitter.
The snippet:
When
we reach our turn-off, rock escarpments perched high above both sides of the
road appear ready to tumble down onto us. Pennsylvania bluestone buttresses,
keepers of the gate to Wheeler Ridge.
I
do remember them; their tall, shadowy silhouettes scared me when I was a little
girl. My grownup writer’s mind can still make them into monsters.
I
need to stop this train of thought. It’s pretty lonely up here, so no monster
thoughts allowed.
Murphy
sits up, alerted by our slowdown.
We
turn left then drive along a rocky stream dotted with water spilling over
rock shelves. It’s kind of spooky in the shade of the mountain and the
darkening day. 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.
That's
it for this week. It might take me a few days to make my rounds. I'm having a gingerbread house decorating party today. It takes longer to recover from those things the older I get. :-) Thanks for visiting! I am truly grateful for comments, suggestions, and for you taking the time to read it.