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This snippet is from Emmily, Unbound, an SFR story. Emmily is on a supply run, and Adren is with her this time.
Last week's snippet ended with:
I gulp down rising fear. They’re not toys. And he’s not human. Just like the rest of them.I, Emmily Wagner, have made first contact with outer-space aliens.
I continue driving while I try to move my thoughts forward, but I can’t. Aliens. Jesus… aliens… I don’t want to believe it. It’s safer in my ignorance born of denial.
But now that I’ve finally admitted it to myself—what I’ve pretty much known since the get-go—I analyze why it took me so long to arrive at this place.
I think I deserve a pass here. It was fair enough to deny it early on. Like it wasn’t bad enough to try accepting that plain-old, human criminals carjacked me right into a hostage situation. I might have flipped my lid if I’d allowed my brain to go there, to believe they were extraterrestrials.
Back then I didn’t know them, well, not like I do now. At least enough to realize they’re pretty much like us.
Read on to finish the scene:
I bet we’re compatible in most ways. The important ones, anyhow.
My heart feels like it’s skipping beats when I picture General’s body. Yeah. My brain went there. Straight to there.
Stop it, Emmily. Just stop…
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