Hi! Welcome to another Weekend Writing Warrior and Snippet Sunday round. Every week writers post 8-to-10 sentences on their blogs from a published or unpublished book. Then we "hop" around and leave comments on each other's snippets. Whether our work is already published or in progress, the helpful comments help us become stronger writers on our next WIP. We welcome EVERYONE's comments.
A long, long time ago I shared a few snippets from my Paranormal Romantic Suspense, Karma Visited (only 5) - and we didn't get a full taste of this . Since I am working on a sequel and revisiting the story for myself, I'm sharing more with you and soaking up your comments.
Do you believe in karma? Annie Furman has a gift that allows her, while she sleeps, to visit people in their time of need - but who will be there for her when she needs help? Undersheriff Dave Turner is investigating a series of home invasions and homicides. He has no idea that solving this case will lead him to the woman of his dreams.
We are still in Annie's dream in Dave's living room. He's offered to help her leave her husband but she tells him she needs to disappear completely and doesn't want anyone else involved. Again she repeats Scott's threat to lock her away...
Creative editing (condensed to fit) alert! Here are Ten lines...
“You can’t just say someone’s crazy and put somebody away.”
“I have a history,” Annie looked away regretting what she had just blurted out.
Dave slowly changed his seat to sit next to her aura, or whatever it was he was seeing, “what do you mean you have a history?”
“I was in the car with my parents when we were hit by a truck, mommy and daddy were killed right away, I was hurt really bad but I was still alive, for a while at least.”
“What did you mean by a while?”
“I died on the operating table, the doctors brought me back and I was in a coma for a month or so. I started having nightmares of disasters, fires, car accidents, earthquakes; the doctors couldn’t explain it and they told my aunt to take me to a psychiatrist but nobody was able to cure me.”
“These are the dreams you still have?”
“I didn’t understand that they were real, then when I realized that I was seeing disasters as they happened, no one wanted to listen to me, I started lying about the dreams.”
“They thought it was just your imagination,” he still sounded kind.
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