WeWriWa:EU39

 

                                                                Happy August!
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     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. 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 others hoist the sides of the camo tarp he's on… and he moans.

        Now, the  snippet: 

             

    

     Oh, thank God. He’s alive. Maybe. Just barely from the look of all that blood. Why did I think he was dead? Cripes. My gun-packing-kidnapper did say his friend needed help, not a funeral.

     How messed up is this moment that I'm reacting this way?

     The crime is changing. Now it’s a mere act of harboring fugitives. Or, could it be aiding and abetting?

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

     
      Either way, I am so going to jail before this is all over.

     Again, I tell this man, Kade, that I’m no doctor. “He needs a doctor and a hospital if he’s been in a car crash.” 

     They ignore me, all their concentration on getting the injured man inside my car.

     I take stock while they lift him. He's not wearing sunglasses like the others. Blood is smeared across his forehead, and there’s a lot of it on the blanket he’s wrapped in. I lean in to close the back of the SUV, and see his eyes as they fly open, wild, startled, with elongated pupils.

     Oh. My. Gawd. Animal eyes.

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