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Saturday, December 28, 2019

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 Each week, participants sign up HERE at wewriwa.com then post 8 to 10 sentences of their work, published or unpublished (we like it all) on their own blog to go live by 9:00 AM each Sunday.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.
     
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     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.

22 comments:

  1. This is beautifully written. My father passed away nine years ago. He wasn't quite as trusting as the narrator's father seems to have been, but he was much more sociable than I am.

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    1. Isn't it strange, the traits we pick up from our parents, and the things we don't? My dad was an extremely social person. My mom was pretty reserved, more of an observer than a participant. I lean toward my mom's behavior more, too. Thanks for visiting, Cie. :-)

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  2. I love the peek into her family! I wonder if she'll be as welcoming to strangers, whether they be aliens or from a government agency, as her father was. Great snippet!

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    1. Thanks, Jessica! I think she's deeply influenced by the way her parents were. Maybe when she should have run away screaming, she rationalized staying because...what would have her mom and dad done. :-)

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  3. I think visitors may be coming from farther away than anyone expected. ;)

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    1. :-) I think you're onto something. Thanks, Fallon!

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  4. I think she maybe should be a little less welcoming than her father was--a woman alone in an isolated cabin in the woods...not a good time to have open arms, I think. This looks to be a great story!

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    1. Yeah, she should be leery, and she actually is. I'll keep on excerpting, and it'll be obvious soon that it's not 100% willingness on her part. Thanks, Jenna! :-)

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  5. Nice bit of foreshadowing there, and it makes me think the "visitor" might not be as menacing as the radio reports suggested.

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    1. Thanks, Alexis. Most of them aren't. One is pretty rough on her, though. :-)

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  6. The sign is a good place for foreshadowing - nicely done! Great details...enjoyed the snippet.

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    1. Thanks, Veronica! I'd hoped the foreshadowing came though. :-)

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  7. Love the little backstory and the imagery of foreshadowing.

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  8. Welcome strangers from near and far . . . as in from another planet?

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    1. Perhaps. lol. They are roaming in from somewhere not local. Thanks Ed!

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  9. Love her dad's expression on the curve. The sign is cool. Nice job.

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    1. Thanks, Diane! I ripped that expression directly from memories of my own dad. :-)

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  10. A stranger was really a friend he didn't know. A bit of foreshadowing, maybe?

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    1. Perhaps...a lot more than a bit. :-) Thanks, Elaine!

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  11. I love the last line. Her father must have been an interesting guy.

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    1. He must have been. She has a lot of dad and mom flashbacks. Thanks for visiting, Kate!

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