Welcome to my twelfth Weekend Writing Warriors ~ Snippet Sunday post! If you missed any of the previous posts, you can catch up on my Meanmna ~ #8Sunday page.
What you missed: Nothing! Sarette just passed out when she saw a stranger sitting in her backseat.
I have to be dreaming again, I thought as I wiggled my toes in the grass and raised my gaze to look around, Yep, the same place, the same dream.
Green rolling hills and the trees were covered in strangely colored flowers; the sun was high in the sky, and I felt its heat on my face.
Looking toward the mountain range in the distance, I felt the urge again.
There was something I was supposed to get to on the other side of the mountains, but I could never get any closer than this.
I try every time I have this dream, but something felt different this time; something sounded different too, there was water gurgling, splashing and lapping to my left.
The compulsion to try to get to the mountain left me.
I needed to see the water—it was calling me, and like a moth to a flame I ran to it, into the forest, ducking under trees, jumping over brush; the twinkling blue water called to me through the limbs and leaves ahead.
My heart was pumping, but I could hear the water, even over the erratic beating of my heart.
I ran as fast as I could in the long flowing dress I’m always wearing in these dreams and skidded to a stop when I broke through the trees.
On the shore was a man dressed in jeans and a band tee shirt, Phish maybe, I couldn’t tell from where I was standing, “Hello, Sarette.”
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Check back in next week for Weekend Writing Warriors ~ Snippet 13 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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~ Emmy
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