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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. One of her kidnappers demanded--help at gunpoint. They've carried a body out of the woods--she thought was a dead body. It ended with: The injured man seems every bit as steeled to keep me away as I am to stay away from him. Judging by the looks he’s giving me.

        Now, the  snippet:

    I swear under my breath as Kade comes my way. Even though he’s no longer holding his maybe-fake gun, his intense look tells me he’s not taking “no” for an answer. He says, “Get inside and drive.” 

    “No.” 

     He says, “I… repeat…you have no choice.”  He looks inside the SUV where Murph stands watching, his tail half-tucked, the tip timidly wagging. He holds the gun up in front of me and raises his brows as he tips his head toward Murph. 

    “Where?” I say without a second of hesitation.

     He nods toward my lane. “Your home.”

        That's the snippet. A few more lines if you're interested. :-)

     
     

     My heart starts racing again. They know where I live? How? Then it comes back to me—that feeling of being watched. I think about last night when I thought I saw someone vanish into the woods. I’m a fool. These criminals already staked out my place and now it’s too late. 

    I need to find a way to escape with Murphy. But for now, I get inside and I drive.

        That's the end of Chapter 2.  I'm closer to publishing this story than I've ever been with a ms. I wrote. It's intimidating, but I'm absorbing the encouragement of fellow authors. The writing community  is such a supportive group.

I'll get there. I'm trying to write the blurb. Holy cow! This is a challenge. Any advice? :-)

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

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     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.