8 September 2010, 10:48 am
does any one like it ?? its for my book tempo . about a hip girl who loves to party all the time and then something strange pulls her to the dark basement below the party location . she goes down but remembers nothing . and an hour later she is lying dead on the pavement cold in her own blood . shes awoken ( still dead) by a too beautiful to be a human man parimedic. oddly enoughat the sight of him firmiliarity in her deep down is sprung and she blacks out for the second time read the first chapter here and comment people please so i know if i should keep going !!!!!!! :) T3MP0 By: makayla Taylor Chapter one: It took three seconds for my party in my mustang to stop, that happened when I bent in under the steering wheel to grab my bottle of booze, and swerved into a speeding semi truck. It was a shame cause in my books the party had just started. That’s when my life ended as I knew it. I was dead. Everything stopped. No not stopped just slow mo. but then very abruptly started again. There was not a white light waiting for me, no Jesus singing hymns, it was loud people were screaming and crying. Sirens blaring and all .I were dead or so I thought. It is pretty interesting how everyone is scrambling around trying to figure out what in the hell kind of mess I made, but it was right in front of them I was drunk and trying to drink more. I was in the car started it and made my booze party mobile, drinking and driving you could call it or driving and partying perhaps. See another funny thing Is, that when I was at robins party I don’t remember anything other then feeling obligated to go into the dark basement alone. It felt like I was being pulled by an invisible force to the stairs. It seems funny and silly and makes me look dumb seeing as there was probably nobody or nothing to give me reason to descend the stairs like I just so happened to do .but there was some one down there I know it .And that’s when I heard the officer over me. “” she’s dead, the only one too. ‘’ he said in a gruff voice. A paramedic stood over me too now. “” dead as a door nail ‘’. ‘’ shame she’s pretty hot ‘’. He chuckled. I could see him but he couldn’t really see me alive like I felt I was. The paramedic was a tall brawny, built, green eyed black haired man. A perfect ten in my books. He looked to be about 24 a large step from my 16 years of age. He smelled of old spice. mmm. Something else I picked up on was that he was very pale but had almost vein patches of vibrant red in his cheeks. Curious huh? But that is when I blanked out again. Slow mo again. But this time it was black. I couldn’t see anything. It seemed like forever before I could see again.... Read More »
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