The Smallest Movement (Snippet Sunday 9.25.16)

Welcome to Snippet Sunday on Darkling Dreams!

Where writers come together to share a few sentences (8-10) of their current project — whether it’s a recently released novel, a WIP (work in progress), or an older manuscript that’s being revived. Intended to hook readers, gather feedback and build an author’s fan base, Snippet Sunday is the FB group that does all three.

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For a couple months — August and September I’m thinking — I am switching back to sharing from my adventure novel, Breaking Point. In October I might switch back to Fated to Darkness as I hope to have the first draft finished by then. (Yes, finished. I can hardly believe I’m saying that.) Should that happen, I’ll be posting to celebrate completing my first ever novel manuscript. Until then, enjoy more horses and mysterious bad guys!

Previously on Sunday Snippets: Our main character, who has yet to be named, has taken a ride through the forest on her horse Midnight, and has found herself racing a buck through the foliage. Midnight and his rider have veered off the path somewhere and have now found themselves in a uncharted part of the forest they have never seen before. They have run into a band of armed riders who seem threatening, and are surrounded now. After making a run for it, my MC was knocked out and both her and her horse were captured.

Picking up right where I left off from last week’s snippet.

(Some sentences may have been creatively edited and punctuated to try to fit the ten sentence limit. I’m over, again. Can we just agree that my snippets will always be a little longer but not too long?)

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I pounded on the glass, yelling his name over and over. As much as I hated to say it, I hoped the four men on horseback would get a rope around Midnight soon. At least then I wouldn’t have to worry about my horse hurting himself. Of course, there was always the possibility of them hurting him, but my gut told me they weren’t here to hurt either of us. And I wasn’t stupid enough to ignore my gut.

Midnight bucked, reared, kicked, and screamed as I continued to watch in agony. My nose was pressed tight up against the glass and my nails bit into my palms as I pounded on the glass. Just as the men were about to get a rope around him, he would spin out of their reach. My chest was in knots as I prayed silently he wouldn’t get hurt. I couldn’t bear to see my baby hurt.

The seconds ticked by into minutes, each one more painful than the last. My anxiety and fear mounted with the minutes, I was almost too afraid to breathe. Small beads of sweat had started to roll down my hairline and I could feel my limbs shaking. I couldn’t stop the terror from gripping me, and my voice was going hoarse from yelling to my horse.

Then Midnight stumbled.

I saw it before it happened. The jerk of his left hind hoof as he reared: the smallest movement that set him off balance, threatening to fall over backwards.

An action that would surely snap his neck when he landed.

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I can’t watch! *Covers face* And I think that is going to leave you guys on a cliffhanger! I know, I’m evil, we’ve established this already. LOL. Next month I’ll be switching off to something else, not sure what yet though.

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This story is not yet on Wattpad either as it is another unfinished work and unedited as well. I refuse to put up anything that is unedited. One day I hope to finish this book, but my focus this year is Fated to Darkness.

However! If you wish to read anything else that I do have finished, you can hop on over to  my profile on Wattpad and check out what I have to offer. I love to hear any and all feedback on my work as well. Comments are greatly appreciated, as are the reads.

And if you’re looking for some other great snippets of fellow authors,
hop on over to Facebook and check out Snippet Sunday!

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13 thoughts on “The Smallest Movement (Snippet Sunday 9.25.16)

    • *Cackles* Are you sure I won’t hurt the horse? I mean, I know I love them but I do have Ciara up in my head and she can be a big influence. I’m not sure I’m worried of you hunting me down. =P

      Thanks for reading, P.T.! :)

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    • XD *Cackles* Yes, yes, I know, I am very evil for that cliffhanger. Guess you’ll just have to wait in suspense until I come back to the book, if I ever reveal the cliffhanger answer.

      Thanks for reading, Elizabeth! :)

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