Welcome to my twenty-second Weekend Writing Warriors ~ Snippet Sunday post! If you missed any of the previous posts or need a refresher on the entire story, you can catch up on my Meanmna ~ #8Sunday page.
I’m picking up immediately after last week’s snippet so you missed nothing! Sarette just sat down across the table from her mom and took a deep breath.
“You know I’m quirky; I like my things certain ways, have strange habits, and always think someone is watching me.”
Her eyes grew large, but she didn’t say anything.
I started speaking faster before I lost my nerve, “I guess around the end of the school year last year, things got weirder; that ‘being watched’ feeling was a bit more constant—an ever-present anxiety.
I hear things—voices; not random commands or anything Son-of-Sam like, but more like discussions or sometimes answers to what I’m thinking just blurt out of thin air and I see things that aren’t really there.
I became so worried that I looked up my symptoms on Web MD, and it said, You’re crazy; check yourself into the loony bin immediately…I’m exaggerating and paraphrasing, of course.
Things started getting really bad about a week ago; no more feelings of being watched; instead, I knew— I absolutely knew there was something or someone by my side almost all the time—but I could not see anything or anyone.
Tonight I went to Visions; I know you don’t like me to go there, but I had to go; that’s another thing or feeling that I can’t quite explain; I’m absolutely driven to that place.
Today when I was there, I cut my hand on a crystal…oh, let me show you,” I looked around for my purse, “Shoot! I must have left it in the car.”
I started to get up, but mom stopped me, “Sit; you can get it when you finish.”
She waved her hands, motioning for me to continue.
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Check back in next week for Weekend Writing Warriors ~ Snippet 23 of Meanmna: Book One of the Daearen Realms!
But, if you can’t wait for next week…
Seventeen-year-old Sarette has always thought of her life as average, even a bit boring. She does well in school, has a loving mother and a loyal best friend, Mathew. Of course, she has her problems as well—cold Michigan winters, a long-lost father she knows nothing about, and the lack of a boyfriend. She also has the vague sensation that she is being watched by some unseen entity, but figures that means she’s average and crazy.
Nothing could be further from the truth . . .
Daearen isn’t much different than the human world.
Imagine a world where science is replaced with magic.
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