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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, are moving to the mountains of Pennsylvania, into an old, remote, hunting camp her parents willed to her. After arriving at near dark, she saw someone in the woods at the edge of the yard. She's survived the night and had no intruders. Now she's sitting on her front porch steps eating her breakfast.
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, are moving to the mountains of Pennsylvania, into an old, remote, hunting camp her parents willed to her. After arriving at near dark, she saw someone in the woods at the edge of the yard. She's survived the night and had no intruders. Now she's sitting on her front porch steps eating her breakfast.
There could be wonky punctuation to keep within wewriwa guidelines.
Last week's snippet ended with this: Murphy has already wolfed down his eggs and now sits staring at me, his eyes pleading for some of mine; like always, he wins.
Continuing from there... The snippet:
I
sip my tea and enjoy the sunshine on my face, right up until a branch cracks
in the woods. Not a twig...no, this took a large animal to break it; my
goosebumps aren’t the result of a bunny hopping around in low-brush too thick
to see through. Murphy starts sniffing the air and a low growl climbs out of
his throat. I peer into the bare-branched forest, but I can’t see anything that
might have caused the noise.
I
contemplate running back inside. I don't. Instead, I decide I need to either
reach some kind of peace with the woods, or load up my car and head south. I
opt for the former; this is my house.
Besides,
it’s probably a whitetail deer browsing for breakfast. I take stock of the
yard and wish that clumsy, branch-breaking deer would come and munch on it—and bring sixteen of his
friends. That’d make short work of this brown and green hayfield I have for a
lawn.
Okay, I think she's getting it together--and that's a good thing. She'll need to soon.
That's it for this week. Thanks for visiting! I am truly grateful for comments and suggestions, and for you taking the time to read it.
Oh, I want to know what it was! I've always been intrigued by this story, but I'm anxious for next weekend's snippet already.
ReplyDeleteI hope her fears are as easily dismissed as she seems to think.
ReplyDeleteI'm going to guess it was not, in fact, a deer.
ReplyDeleteDanger ahead. You have created an interesting story, so full of life and yet I'm anxious to see what happens next, dear friend.
ReplyDeleteI hope she's right in her confidence but I have a feeling she might not be. Can't wait to see how this plays out for her.
ReplyDeleteIntriguing snippet! Definitely pulls me in and engages me. Of course I want to know what happens next.
ReplyDeleteIf you start listening for sounds in the woods, you'll hear a million. I hope it is a deer, but then she'll let her guard down even more and...oh, my.
ReplyDeleteNice job painting the scene, Teresa!
ReplyDeleteYes she is much calmer. I love seeing deer around.
ReplyDeleteI would have run, but glad she's calmer and hope it's just a deer and not something else.
ReplyDeleteI like how she calmly tries to come up with a logical explanation. She's stronger than she realizes.
ReplyDeleteYikes! I get the feeling it’s not a deer. Good job building suspense. Makes me want to read more!
ReplyDeleteKeep smiling,
Yawatta
I admire her courage, but she is all alone in a secluded place, and I'm sure that noise wasn't made by a deer.
ReplyDeleteI hope she doesn't have anything to worry about out there.
ReplyDeleteI have a feeling there isn't going to be a herd of friendly, curious deer coming into the yard any time soon. You're piling tension on top of tension here and doing a great job of it! Wow, loved the snippet!
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