Wednesday Words: Free Write

Another Wednesday and I actually have new words! Yay. Today’s #1lineWed theme is a non-theme. The prompt is **FREE-FOR-ALL** which basically means there’s no theme. I decided to take last week’s **PINK** prompt and carry on with that scene, in case anyone is curious as to what happened. There’s still more questions than answers but that’s what makes a good suspense, right? You should recognize the first two paragraphs as the end of last week’s snippet. To refresh your memories: Jack, Justice, and Brooke (FIGHTING FOR JUSTICE) are taking a Christmas break in Gatlinburg, Tennessee. Brooke has gone out on a solitary hike and comes across a wolf caught in a trap.
“Don’t get snarly with me. And I should warn you, when I said Uncle Jack is special? I mean that he’s about three times your scrawny size when he shifts so I wouldn’t be giving him any shit.”

“Language, young lady,” Aunt Jussie corrected over Uncle Jack’s chuckle. Brooke had been so focused on the wolf, she hadn’t heard them coming.

Justice cautiously approached the wolf but Jack caught her arm and held her in place. Their eyes collided in a moment of understanding. Jack crouched, staying about six feet away. Justice stood quietly behind him. Brooke stayed back, reminding herself to breathe.

“Got’cherself in quite a fix there, young’un.” Jack studied the trap, anger radiating from him though his voice remained calm. It had been placed close to this path intentionally and could have caught any unsuspecting hiker. Justice. Brooke. And this wolf pup. “You’re hurt,” Jack continued, as he stood and moved a few steps closer. “And pissed.”

The wolf snarled.

Jack shook his head. “That’s not the way this goes, pup. We can do it easy or we can do it hard. Your choice.”

The wolf’s muzzle remained curled but he pricked an ear toward Jack.

“Easy is, I come over there, pry that damn think off your leg and carry you down the mountain so my mate can fix you up.” He waited for a reaction. When the wolf offered none, he continued. “Hard is, I take you down, my mate struggles to get the trap off and I drag yore sorry ass down the mountain, put you in a muzzle, and then my mate fixes you. Your choice.”

Brooke almost giggled at the indignant look on the wolf’s face, but she sobered when the hair prickled on the back of her neck and her arms, despite her sweater and coat. Uncle Jack was doing his alpha woo-woo stuff. The wolf whined and pawed at his nose. She almost felt sorry for him.

The wolf lowered his head and very carefully rolled to his side, not quite belly up.

“There might be hope for you yet, young’un,” Jack said quietly.

Holding out her hand, Justice ordered, “Give me your scarf, Brooke.”

She might have argued but she realized her aunt would need it for a possible tourniquet and a bandage at the very least. Brooke whipped it off and passed it over.

Justice knelt on the opposite side of Jack and spoke to the wolf. “It’s going to hurt worse when Jack relieves the pressure on your leg. I’m going to have to touch it to wrap it up. That will prevent further injury and cut back on the blood loss. Okay?” She smiled, her gaze focused on the wolf’s as she asserted her own form of alphaness. “I’m a paramedic on top of being a wildlife rehabilitator. I can’t promise not to hurt you, but I will promise I’ll be as gentle as I can. Deal?”

The wolf, wary of Jack’s narrowed gaze, carefully stretched his muzzle and nosed Justice’s boot.
Jack studied the trap, looking for the spring mechanism. He could pry it open by force but that would likely cause more damage. He finally located what he searched for and said, “Here we go.” He didn’t give the wolf time to even blink. He sprang the steel jaws of the trap, lifted it away from the mangled flesh and jerked its anchor out of the ground. His eyes flashed red as his wolf rose to the surface.

Justice went to work immediately. She wrapped Brooke’s scarf around the wound then used two short branches to brace the leg before continuing to wrap the scarf around the wolf’s leg to secure it.

Brooke’s heart broke a little as the wolf whimpered. When Justice was done, Jack squatted, gathered the injured wolf gently into his arms and stood as Justice stabilized the leg.

“Little darlin’, can you carry that trap down?” Jack asked.

Brooke eyed the thing, disgust evident in her expression. She nudged it with her boot toe then bent and hefted it. “Ugh. Heavy, but yeah. I can get it down the mountain.”
And there it is. Nothing special but words are words. It’s moving forward with the story. I’m behind on my goal but I’ll take any progress I can get. Writers, have any words to share? Readers, how do you feel about snippets? 👍🏼 or 👎🏼 ?


About Silver James

I like walks on the wild side and coffee. Lots of coffee. Warning: My Muse runs with scissors. Author of several award-winning series--Moonstruck, Nightriders MC, The Penumbra Papers, and Red Dirt Royalty (Harlequin Desire) & other books! Purveyor of magic, mystery, mayhem and romance. Lots and lots of romance.
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2 Responses to Wednesday Words: Free Write

  1. Love it! And what do you mean it’s nothing special? Pish. It gives insights into the characters and lays a foundation for future tension. At some point, Jack’s going to kick somebody’s ass for that trap. And can Justice save the leg? Who’s the Wolf? Yep yep yep, pretty special stuff there to me. =o)

    Hmm… what to share what to share… Gah! I looked and looked and couldn’t find anything worth sharing this morning. So much first draft suckage. Oh, well… here’s the set-up at the beginning of my fantasy. Sorry if I’ve shared this before.

    Eons ago, before your fathers or your grandfathers were but a twinkle in their mothers’ eyes, even before the songs we sing to praise the sun were written, the Great Lady birthed the world and populated it with all the living beings. She created the things that walk and the things that fly, the things that reach toward the sun to give us sustenance and the things that creep beneath the ground sustaining them, the things that slither and kill, them that rend and tear. She gazed upon her creations, and seeing that they were good, she left them to do as they would without interference. Just as your parents will someday do for you. And deciding such, the Great Lady slept.
    But when she awakened, she looked upon her beautiful world and saw the chaos her children had wrought upon it. She decided then that some of her children were no longer good. Rather than slay them, she took pity upon their sorry souls. She wove a great spell to separate them from the others. And the shrouds fell upon the land, pulling the greatest threats away to live in a world of their own for all time. Or so we assumed. Now the Great Lady sleeps once more and while she sleeps, the strongest evils behind the shrouds plot and plan for a way to escape back into our world. Here and there, they breach the shrouds and send forth their lesser minions, hoping someday they will make the shrouds fall entirely. That day is today.
    So, when the King calls for you to be taken to train and battle against the beasts and monsters, set aside your love of hearth and home. Take up the call. For you will never know when the shrouds will fall near the ones you love and whether you will have the skill to fight what issues forth.

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