Welcome to my nineteenth 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.
What you missed: Sarette went through one possible scenario where in the end she made her mother cry and then…
“Crap,” I said as I dropped my head on the steering wheel, accidentally hitting the loud-obnoxious car horn, and then sat back and covered my mouth with my hands—like that helped.
Mom looked at me through the blinds and waved.
Smile, Sarette; you can do this, I thought then took a deep, steadying breath, got out of the car, and started walking slowly toward the house.
Thinking, Maybe if I walk slowly enough, she’ll go to bed before I get there, but rolled my eyes at my ridiculousness.
When I reached the door I found a note taped to it with my name written in beautiful swirly calligraphy; there were only two words on the inside: Good luck!
Quickly looking around I could see someone about four houses down; it was Elwin.
His outline started to blur, and I heard in my mind, I can listen if you want me to; I might be able to help with the conversation.
No, thank you, I answered back then I gasped when I realized I was communicating with him telepathically.
See, you’re learning already, then he disappeared.
I was smiling when I walked into the house.
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Check back in next week for Weekend Writing Warriors ~ Snippet 20 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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Have an awesome weekend everybody!
~ Emmy
