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Saturday, August 21, 2021

WeWriWa: EU 87 Blessings and Verb Tense

 

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This snippet is from Emmily, Unbound, an SFR story about Emmily, a 40-something woman, and Gen Rael, an alien who crash-landed on Earth and took her hostage until his rescue arrives. Their fiery beginnings together have taken a turn. They're on the back porch together. Emmily and Gen Rael are discussing falling in love.

Last week ended with this:   

        Then, as if a switch has been flipped, he lowers his hand. His tone is light when he says, “At the end of my search for my best friend.”

The Snippet:       

     I’m stuck on all that blessing business. ‘She  is a blessing’. Is. Present tense. Like now? Does he mean now? Sounds like he’s already in love but she doesn’t know it yet. He already has someone in mind… 

      I don’t have to wonder why that fills me with a hollow ache, even worse, like someone is squeezing my heart.

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     No. I’m way overthinking this. Even Mr. Perfect-English-As-A-Second-Language occasionally makes a mistake with verb-tense. I’ve probably just not caught one before today. I mean, he mentioned at the end of his search for her. He’s still looking…

 

 Is she overthinking it? Or is Rael already promised to someone else? Thanks for visiting! Have a good week!

Saturday, August 14, 2021

Wewriwa:EU86 "This heart is true."


Welcome to a weekly post of Weekend Writing Warriors. If you'd like to check it out or give it a try, check here at wewriwa.blogspot.com

This snippet is from Emmily, Unbound, an SFR story about Emmily, a 40-something woman, and Gen Rael, an alien who crash-landed on Earth and took her hostage until his rescue arrives. Their fiery beginnings together have taken a turn. They're on the back porch together. Emmily and Gen Rael are discussing falling in love.

Last week ended with this:   

        “You know, Emmily Wagner, there are those who would give everything to be my mate.”

The Snippet:       

    

     I laugh. And I can’t stop. Where do these reactions come from? 

     He tilts his head, and his eyes are still smiling, but his lips are a harsh line. There’s teasing in his voice when he says, mocking my own words, “What? What’s so funny about that?” 

     I suck in a huge breath and hold it for a few seconds, stilling my left-over giggles. When I gaze up at his eyes, I lose my brain. I look away, at the shadowy outline of trees, at the darkened yard, at anything but him. “You know, I have no idea."...

 

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     ..."I just…” I shake my head. 

     I probably look like the east end of a west-bound horse. 

     He takes my hand and presses it against his chest, holding it there. When he leans close, my pulse speeds along double-time. He inclines his head and looks up at me through dark lashes. His voice carries a sincerity I have never before heard. “This heart beating inside of me? It is Dyeuman, and it is true. When I claim my mate, it will be no life sentence for her. She will know it as a blessing, just as she is a blessing to me.” 

     Then, as if a switch has been flipped, he lowers his hand. His tone is light when he says, “At the end of my search for my best friend.” 

 

 Wonder what she thinks of that? Thanks for visiting! Have a wonderful week!

Sunday, August 8, 2021

WeWriWa: EU85

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My burning thought today?  How can it be August already?!?!

This snippet is from Emmily, Unbound, an SFR story about Emmily, a 40-something woman, and Gen Rael, an alien who crash-landed on Earth and took her hostage until his rescue arrives. Their fiery beginnings together have taken a turn. They're on the back porch together. Emmily and Gen Rael are discussing falling in love.

Last week ended with this:   

        Butterflies bat at my insides. I feel like I need to say something, anything. My mouth once again engages without editing first.

The Snippet:       

     “So much pressure on Dyeuma. One of your errors in judgement could mean getting stuck with the wrong person for a long, long time. I mean, on your world, ‘till death do us part’ really means till death. Not like here where it’s just part of the vows we haven’t gotten around to changing. At least we’ve pretty much eliminated that ‘obey’ nonsense tacked on to ‘love and honor’.” 

     His wide smile sort of resembles his evil grin. Actually, he’s choking back laughter. 

     “What? What’s so funny about that?” 

      He composes himself before answering, then he sighs so deep, it sounds like it’s coming from the bottom of his soul.

 

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         “Although the word ‘obey’ is not included in the very brief words we say when claiming a mate, my claimed will, at times, have to obey me.” 

     I know I shouldn’t respond because it’ll just be an argument spewing forth, but my mouth goes on autopilot. “Really? She will have to obey you… on top of a life sentence as your mate?”

     His brows shoot up but he’s in a rare mood; the steel wall remains missing in action. “You know, Emmily Wagner, there are those who would give everything for a chance to be my mate.” 

 

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