WeWriWa: EU50

 

                                      
          

Hello fellow warriors. :-) I'm sorry about the late visits to your blogs.(I'm still making the rounds.) Last Sunday, my computer took a nosedive. The problem seems to be fixed now. Fingers crossed. 

Ed mentioned Charmaine's absence, and wondered where she'd vanished to. I spoke with her daughter. Charmaine had a medical setback and is now going through rehab. She misses you all and hopes you don't forget her. She's working hard and wants us to save a place for her so she can return to wewriwa when she's recovered. <3

Onward...

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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, Chapters 1 & 2  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. On her first day there, along a desolate road she's been forced at gunpoint to haul a wounded man to her house.

My last post ended with this:  Maybe we are members of the sisterhood, after all. I really hope. Some feeling of having an ally would be good, even if it is that 'any port in a storm’ sort of stuff. 

Now, the  snippet: 

     Leaving the small bedroom, I nearly run into one of the other guys. He's carrying the groceries inside. His brows furrow as we pass. Worry…

     As soon as we come through the door of my parents’ room, Kade starts rifling through the supplies we’ve brought. He doesn’t look up from his search when he says, “Hot water. Boiling. We need it.”

     “Shit.”

     “What...what is …shit?”

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

 

 

      “I don’t have the water turned on. I was going to do the dishes when I got home. But you guys—”

      His eyebrows arch high. He gives his head a quick shake as if to clear his brain or to understand what I’ve just babbled about. “I need water.” This time he sounds aggravated. “Your dishes are irrelevant. Get me water.”

 

That's the snippet.

              

The working blurb for this story follows: Tagline:

   

     Sometimes the simplest plan doesn’t turn out so simple...

     After losing everything that bound her to her ordinary and happy life, Emmily has one plan: move to the mountains. Oh, and never give her heart away again.

     But everything goes sideways when a UFO crash-lands on the ridge next to hers, and on a desolate road she’s waylaid by men demanding help for their injured ‘General’. He’s confused, bleeding, and sweet Lord, good looking—even while sneering and growling at her.

     Fleeing an ambush meant to kill him, Gen Rael is gravely injured when his ship crashes on Earth. The human woman his crew captures to aid them is a confounding mixture of terrified, defiant, and beautiful. A female distraction is the last thing his hindered mission can afford. But this Emmily woman is cutting through the steel wall he keeps around his heart.

     Despite being their hostage, Emmily isn’t blind to the peril they’re in: there’s a threat coming from the stars, and it’s lethal to all of them, including her.

     And her simple plan to never-ever fall in love again? Looks like that’s in peril too…

 

        That's it for this week. Thank you so much for visiting and for reading. :-)

      

WeWriWa: EU49

 

 

                                      
          

I'm back. :-) I was on a much-needed vacation with the family. We traveled to a house at the beach that we'd rented a year ago and made payments on. We used an abundance of caution while we drove there,. While we were there, the state we were in was added to my home state's "hotspot list."  My employer's guidelines insisted on a Covid test. I had it done. I'm negative.

FYI, they are using a new type of test that is self-administered, and from everything I've heard of the old test, is much less uncomfortable. (In case any of you need to be tested.) It was done in the drive-thru at a RiteAid pharmacy. 

 Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors. If you'd like to participate or read tempting morsels from other authors, please sign up--or check the linky list at: http://wewriwa.blogspot.com/

      Also, check out the Snippet Sunday group on facebook. 

 

*Note  If you tag Weekend Writing Warriors on facebook, we'll share the post on our page.  :-)

 
     This snippet is from Emmily, Unbound, an SFR story.  To read a compilation of all snippets posted for this story, click Here: Emmily Unbound, Chapters 1 & 2  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. On her first day there, along a desolate road she's been forced at gunpoint to haul a wounded man to her house.

My last post ended with this:  He's struggling with words. English is not his native language. I volunteer, “I have a first aid kit. It’s still in a box. I’ll have to find it.”

Now, the  snippet:

     After the briefest of pauses and one more time leaning his head to the side, he seems to understand. He says, “Hurry.”

As I walk toward the spare bedroom, he speaks again. When the woman nods at him and heads my way, I realize he’s telling her to follow me.

I find the kit on my third try; it’s in a box labeled for the bathroom. The moving carton also contains extra medicine-cabinet items and clean towels. I hand the kit to the woman and then grab the box. When I turn to follow her out the door, she 's standing in the same spot. She points to herself and says, “Jayla.” Then she points at me.

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

 

 “Emmily,” I say, and then we hurry back to my parents’ room.

Maybe we are members of the sisterhood, after all. I really hope. Some feeling of having an ally would be good, even if it is that 'any port in a storm’ sort of stuff. 

 

That's the snippet.

 

     Has she found a tiny bright spot in all of this?

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The working blurb for this story follows: Tagline:

   

     Sometimes the simplest plan doesn’t turn out so simple...

     After losing everything that bound her to her ordinary and happy life, Emmily has one plan: move to the mountains. Oh, and never give her heart away again.

     But everything goes sideways when a UFO crash-lands on the ridge next to hers, and on a desolate road she’s waylaid by men demanding help for their injured ‘General’. He’s confused, bleeding, and sweet Lord, good looking—even while sneering and growling at her.

     Fleeing an ambush meant to kill him, Gen Rael is gravely injured when his ship crashes on Earth. The human woman his crew captures to aid them is a confounding mixture of terrified, defiant, and beautiful. A female distraction is the last thing his hindered mission can afford. But this Emmily woman is cutting through the steel wall he keeps around his heart.

     Despite being their hostage, Emmily isn’t blind to the peril they’re in: there’s a threat coming from the stars, and it’s lethal to all of them, including her.

     And her simple plan to never-ever fall in love again? Looks like that’s in peril too…

 

        That's it for this week. Thank you so much for visiting and for reading. :-)