Welcome to my twenty-fourth 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’s mom just asked, “Did he say anything else?” And Sarette noticed she was very calm—a little too calm and she continued…
“He said that when I’m ready he can help me understand what’s been going on and who I really am,” I looked down and started picking at a frayed edge of my sweater.
“It’s not time yet,” mom mumbled under her breath.
“What,” I asked and looked up.
“Nothing,” Mom paused for a moment and held her poker face, “Well, when you decide, he will know and find you,“ she said as she slid her chair back and stood up,“ Why you don’t go get your purse; you can show me the crystal.”
In a bit of a daze, I got up, “Okay,” I tried to smile, gave up, and went outside to get my purse.
I walked around to the back passenger side, opened the door, and leaned into the backseat; it smelled like rain in my car, and I wondered if that was what Elwin smelled like as I hurried back inside with my purse in one hand and my crystal in the other.
When I returned to the kitchen, I found it empty, but there was a note on the table:
Sarette, I need to think; let’s talk about this tomorrow after I get back from work.
Love you; try not to make any decisions tonight.
I picked up the note and sitting under it was a crystal that looked just like mine.
So… did you see that coming?
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Check back in next week for Weekend Writing Warriors ~ Snippet 25 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
