Good morning everyone! After a night of fun and games that involved bowling to the best of my ability and laser tag, in which I had the highest accuracy rate, I come to you with writing. This weeks WIPpet comes from Emma’s story–the one that still hasn’t been named. I was finally able to find a small amount of writing time this week.
This excerpt comes from Chapter 11 and is 9 paragraphs long. Emma and Joel have just escaped a botched kidnapping event and are just getting home to the lovely Molly. My math? It’s pretty simple… 1 + 8 = 9
Molly heard the crash and felt the building shake. Standing up from her desk, she raced to her parapet and tried to figure out just what had happened. She looked down and saw the bed of the red truck along with smoke drifting away from it. Gasping, she ran down the stairs to the garage where it was implanted in her home.
“Caroline! Joel!” she shouted as she tried to get around the vehicle to see if her people had any damage.
Stepping over the wreckage of the bumper that was lodged in the wall, half on the truck and half on the floor all at the same time, she slipped and twisted her ankle. Cursing under her breath, she ducked down and moved around to get a better look.
Caroline was leaning against the driver’s side window, her eyes shut and her breathing shallow. Joel was slumped under the seats of the car, his foot wedged on the gas pedal. Molly reached for her ever-present radio and called to her old friend and Amelia for their assistance.
Molly went to the passenger door and leaned in, pulling Joel’s foot off the gas pedal. She stretched to pull out the keys to the ignition and found none.
Caroline started to cough and Molly lost all train of thought. Joel looked far less injured than Caroline herself, although he looked to be severely drugged. Amelia ran into the room, her boots squeaking on the cement as she tried to stop her momentum.
Amachon showed up with two stretchers, one pushed in front of him and one pulled behind him. Amelia ran over and dragged one over, tugging Joel out of the vehicle and hefting him onto the stretcher. Caroline was still writhing and moving, her leg once again bent at an awkward angle. Molly whimpered when they started to pull her out of the vehicle.
“Careful…” she ordered as they gently rested Caroline’s head on the stretcher.
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