WeWriWa: EU33

   
Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors. I'm reposting the bit about the relaxed rules in case I've missed anyone:
     In short, the WeWriWa rules have been relaxed. The goal is to maintain ease of finding the weekly snippet, but allowing more promo for published books.  You can check them out here: http://wewriwa.blogspot.com/p/the-rules-of-wewriwa.html
      We love our core group, the close-knit community that has evolved here at WeWriWa, the ease and joy of our weekly 'gathering,' but we also recognize that the time authors spend sharing and commenting has to make marketing sense, too. Time is precious.  This change would also eliminate the need for the "wonky punctuation to stay within guidelines" disclaimer.   

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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, have moved to the mountains of Pennsylvania into an old, remote, hunting camp her parents willed to her. It's her first full day here and after a trip to town to get supplies, she's in the midst of being carjacked--or kidnapped or taken hostage--out in the boonies. Last week one of her kidnappers demanded that she get out of the car. She opted to put her car in park rather than run them down. It ended with:  For God's sake… Bet I’ll regret that decision.

        Now, the  snippet:

       

    

     My hands obey, sort of. They’re shaking so hard when I grab the door handle, I struggle to get it open. I’m not sure I’ll be able to stand. I climb to my feet and lean against the car for support. No use trying to run. I’d fall for sure, and then he’d shoot me for trying to escape. Besides, Murphy is still in the car, standing on the seat watching this nightmare unfold.

      The man leans toward me and grabs my arm. The grip is firm but doesn’t cause pain.  His voice still carries demand when he says,  “We need help…” 

If you want to read a bit more:

     He cocks his head to the side and blinks several times. His brows pinch together, then he adds, “There was a…crash.”

     My voice quivers--but at least I'm managing to speak. “I don’t know medicine or rescue or anything like that. I can’t help you. But I can…I can call an ambulance. I have no phone reception here. I’d have to drive back down the road a ways." I draw an 'X' on my chest and add, "Cross my heart, swear I’ll make the call.”

     Cross my heart? Seriously?

    

      I know. Cliffhanger after cliffhanger. I apologize. The second half of this chapter is all action and suspense. Chopping it up into snippets creates cliffhangers that don't exist in the full story. :-)

      That's it for this week. Thanks so much for reading, and if you left a comment, I'll throw in a virtual hug.