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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.
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..
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.
Gret snippet, I love your descriptive prose, it flows so beautifully and I'm there, with Emily!ReplyDelete
:-D <-- BIG smile. Thanks, Hywela! Welcome back from your holiday!Delete
This is a real wilderness hideout. I hope the roof is intact and no animal squatters have taken over the place.ReplyDelete
What's about to move in is worse than wild animals. **evil laugh** Thanks, Ed!Delete
Your descriptions are wonderful--I go to exactly such a cabin each year and you've taken me there perfectly. Can't wait to see the cabin!ReplyDelete
Thanks, Jenna! I hope the description is detailed enough--but not tedious. :-)Delete
I can really "see" this scene. I'm taking this ride with her and enjoying it!ReplyDelete
Woot! Encouraging words to read. Thanks, Nancy!Delete
A lovely snippet and all the detail is wonderful. I can really visualize the scene and the cabin. Loved the excerpt!ReplyDelete
Thanks so much, Jean! Your words mean the world to me!Delete
I agree with everyone else- great descriptions. The detail of the overgrown trees helps increase the sense of isolation.ReplyDelete
I am so tickled that you caught that, Alexis! Thanks!Delete
Using 1st person present really makes the scene real. It draws me in from the very beginning. Good job.ReplyDelete
Thanks so very much, Diane! Plan on tackling the ms. starting this week. Thanks again for your feedback! :-)Delete
Great imagery! I felt like I was there, too.ReplyDelete
Cool! I am so happy to read your words, Karen! :-)Delete
The route to the cabin with the overgrown trees is vividly descriptive. I wonder what she's going to find inside the cabin.ReplyDelete
Thanks, Elyzabeth! She wonders too. I hope the readers will turn the page to find out. :-)Delete
I'm late to the party and echoing everyone else here but I love your descriptions! I could almost feel the bumps in the road!ReplyDelete
I'm usually late, too, Emily!Thanks for your encouraging words! :-)Delete
Wonderful snippet. Loving the detail of the overgrown trees.ReplyDelete
Your story is so lovely. You have created a fine story that gives me the shivers.ReplyDelete
My son and I live in a very small town 50 miles from any city. I love rural settings. I only wish my body was up to doing the hard work that would be necessary on a place like you have described here. It would be good for my mental health.ReplyDelete