Each month in the Writer’s support thread there’s the tradition of made a snippet this day of the month.
This is a somber month, so I want we remember the one that started this making today a small snippet of 100 words based upon her public works.
The emigre wagon trail
The Emigre: Wagon Train (WIP and DD) | Updated:01/15/22
Murder at the scene
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“I believe you did as you say you did, Luke.” Rolling your shoulders in a shrug, you follow up your thought: "Regardless, I am not butchering the cow, tonight.
“Tamsen will be disappointed in you…” Beginning to dangle the threat out there as bait for you to hook on, Luke starts to cry. “Please…”
“No. I already went out and secured the cow for our evening meal.” Shaking your head to reinforce your seriousness, you continue: “You better get going and start the slaughter, alone. Tonight we will be setting boundaries on what can and can not be promised. Are we clear?”
“That is much better.” Directing Luke to wash up after his butchering task in an open water barrel, you reflect on what just happened.
“I’m going!” Stripping down to the waist, Luke nearly floats over to the barrel.
The old milk cow did not put up a fight before you slaughtered it, and surprisingly, Luke turned out to be quite competent in butchering. If he survives the trip to California, the kid will have a trade he can make a living at.
“It was fun, wasn’t it, Miette?” Drenching wet from submersing himself in the open water barrel, Luke shakes himself as a dog would and he sprays droplets of water from his hair all around himself. “Where are you off to now, Miette?”
I really loved the interactions with Luke in The Emigre. I was looking forward to being his mentor, and maybe even a parent figure to him. Eiwynn was such a good story teller.
Thank you for saying that. She had many self doubts about Luke and the emigre. She wanted to do it right and historical
The decaying Manhattan skyline begins to whine in your police radio as the day that begins to blur…
You shut down the engine. the sleazy neons start to dance as the emergency sirens sings around. The reality of Drugs sex and disco music lifestyle. Not always in that particular order.
You sigh, looking at your old undercover detective car. Incognito?! it’s been on this police job longer than the vampires in Brooklyn.
All for your vamp mistress. Your steps are silent like a night owl.
“Detective! Boss, here we have one to dance all night long. What a waste!” The mafia guy smiles between toothless gum, giving you the shovel.
“I don’t even need to look at the scene , prepare the spot.” You murmur as you head inside the room.
There lies the gogo girl. The Disco cinderella. Patricia, a sultry Irish brunette with long feathered locks and deep jade green eyes peers a broken promenade of sex, lipstick and Donna Summer.
Another human lost on the dance floor.
Even if Eiw this year jam entry had some issues in the structure. It was one of the best atmospheric stories she made with wonderful descriptions and dialogue.
Hope I’m doing this exercise right and I appologise that I didn’t go super far indepth as these are both new to me and I don’t think I can give them a fair read and play this fast today, so just scratching the surface from Murder at the Scene:
I really loved that it reads nearly like a play; lately I’ve been thinking maybe CS can be used for more than just making games - why not interactive poems? Or an interactive play? At least from the start here it looks like she was years ahead of me on this.
This bit was immersive from the get-go and plays nicely with the genre, as we learn of what happened along with the prot at the same time. Needless to say the other WIP posted on here seemed amazing from the little I started to play; reminded me a bit of Oregon Trail, and I think the world can always use more games like this.
Thank you for posting these and sorry that my attempt at the exercise was admitedly a bit brief; looking forward to reading these more in depth soon.
Murder at the Scene tickles me! Instead of playing an investigator solving a crime, we’re forming the crime itself, its reality, and the truth, by tweaking everyone’s memories of it. What a fun twist! I’m blurring the featured snippet and more thoughts because they’re spoilers. The inclusion of vampires (I, of course, chose that Vera is in tragic unrequited queer love with Patricia with “OMG they were roommates” flair) and witches with sparkly red shoes is just delicious fun. The “spawn of Cain” comment made the VtM fan in me laugh out loud. I chose Erin as the murderer because no way can an autopsy determine which bite killed her mother, if all bites were in rapid succession. I’m curious the play again and chose the non-supernatural options, to see what happens.
“You kidnapped a mother of four, took her out to a bog to be killed…” Erin once again interrupts Patricia, her voice rising with sarcasm tainting her tone. "But you didn’t kill her, yourself?
“Uh huh.” Patricia holds her hand up to her face, covering her lips. No one can tell if her hand hides a smirk or a frown. “You see… each of us took a bite from her neck that night.”
“Wow.” Vera puts her hands on her thighs and stretches her shoulders to relieve the tension. “So, not only is Erin a witch, but now you’re a vampire, Patricia?”
“All the Unknowns are vampires, Vera.” Alastar answers for Patricia before she can speak for herself. “It’s why they are the IRA’s best assassination team.”
Does Vera believe that her roommate is a vampire?
[I chose Yes.]
“Sure.” Gotta believe in the spawn of Cain! “Why not? Patricia fits the definition of a vampire!”
“It’s standard operating procedure, Vera.” Alastar calmly explains how the Unknowns operate “They each take a bite, that way no one knows whose bite was the fatal one.”
Thank you @poison_mara for organizing the snippet memorial and allowing me to spend the morning remembering what a gift Eiwynn was. 
Eiw was really worried about snippet day and the few enthusiasm in November and even talking with me about how we could improve the snippet and cheer people to write. We both shared same passion to make people try to follow their passion for writing.
It is the less I can do. I am sad I cant do more to fill the void she has left. I am nobody and I cant simply do something to help as nobody considers me good enough to helping. I miss Britt.
Edit: Oof, I just realized I did this wrong, I’m sorry (I thought we were coming up with original snippets based on Brittany’s work). I’ve corrected it now; here’s a snippet directly from her wonderful work instead!
Brittany mentioned to me at one point that she was a fan of The Wizard of Oz. Reading back over this made me smile at how she’d incorporated that in such a fun way. I also got a kick out of the first line, both recently and the first time I read it. I really like how she incorporated humor into the tense scene 
I loved Murder at the Scene. When she asked me to beta it, I jokingly told Eiwynn than the only part I didn’t like was the fact that I hadn’t written it myself. Specifically the idea of writing an IF game as a screenplay was so exciting to me.
After some discussion we agreed to collaborate on a project using that same format. I’ll spare you the part where I start crying again thinking about it now, but I thought I’d pay a tribute to that aspect of her work with the snippet below.
I’d like to make that project at some point. We were going to incorporate little elements of Alice in Wonderland into it, among other things.
Avery: What’s it like there?
Alice (looking up from the glowing book): Where- oh, in here? It’s-
She stops, cut off as one of the lights swimming back and forth across the book’s cover shoots upward, and bursts with a faint pop at the tip of her nose.
Alice: I don’t think they want me to tell.
Avery: They can hear us?
Alice: I… guess so. Do you think that means they can come here? If we can jump into their world maybe the door goes both ways. Or maybe we opened something by going through.
Avery: You went through. Not me.
Alice (standing, defensive, clutching the book to her chest): And you told me to do it! You don’t get to be the ‘good twin’ here, Aves. We both did this, you begged me to use the key!
Avery: Okay, okay! But how do we keep them in there?
Alice: I don’t know. But I know someone who might.
Avery: Please don’t say they’re inside the book.
Alice takes a deep breath and shoots Avery a look that immediately makes him rub his face and groan into his hands.
Avery: Great. Just great. How long will you be gone?
Alice opens the book. It begins to hum with a song and little branches of light lace through its pages like a lattice weave.
Alice: I guess we’ll find out.
With a flash, she disappears, and the book opens to Chapter Five: Advice From a Caterpillar.
@poison_mara Mara, thank you so much for sharing that with me 
I’m really glad you encouraged her. I valued her so much too, and will keep on valuing her memory 
She had nothing to worry about in terms of being good enough - I have so much respect for her talent and imagination.
She was really thrilled to colaborate with you. But in a way she was afraid of not being good enough I told her that she was no worse than anyone and she was great.
She valued you greatly and see all as encouragement to be as good as you.
