[MrGreen]
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- Posted: Thu, 20 Jan 2005 00:07:35 +0000
Moon's only the temporary title, I'll change it once I think of a better one, or one is suggested. Anyways, what do you think so far? it's about half of the first chapter.
"Mama! Mama! Wake up, please wake up Mommy!" A little girl with blonde curls sat over the mangled body of her mother. Her tiny hands were placed on her bare shoulders, shaking them with all her strength. She mumble for her mother one last time, before she curled up next to the naked lifeless body. Her hands, clunched in to tiny fists, shook from the cold. Above her, the dark clouds rumbled with thunder, and the sky lit up with lighting, causing the small girl to bury her face closer in to the pale corpse. Rain began falling. At first it was just a few drops, but with another boom of thunder, the droplets poured down in sheets. Covering the girl and her mother in a blanket of icy water.
If you happened to be walking down the main hallway, on the fifth floor of the hotel, you would have hear a loud, horror filled scream. This scream came from Moon Josfield. The current occupant of room 513. Moon suffered from a re-occuring dream, well more of a flashback really. Every week or so, when she fell asleep, the whole scene would play before her eyes. Like a old projecter, clear, but a bit spotty.
Stepping off the plane,
renting a hotel room,
walking to the movies,
the two men,
the cold, dirty alley,
and then,
the rape,
the murder,
and the rain.
Moon threw the covers from her body, heaving her legs over the side of the bed, she walked over to the coffee maker. She attempted to brew a pot of coffee, but was very unsucsessful. Sighing in defeat, she walked over to the mini-fridge, which stood just a few feet left of the bathroom door. She pulled open the door, and grabbed a can of pop. Slamming the door shut, she walked in to the bathroom. She stared in the mirror as she opened her can. She watched herself as she lifted the can to her swollen lips. The set the can down with a sigh. Popping her head out the door, she looked at the man laying in the bed surprisingly, asleep, then she glanced at the door, locked. Slipping back into the painfully white bathroom, she clicked the door closed, and locked it. She looked at the white wall, floor, countertop. White, white. white. Everything was so ******** white. Cursing, she grabbed the toothepaste from the counter. She unscrewed the cap, and squeezed a blob of the rough, blue paste in to her hands. Using her arms, she pushed everything to the floor, before running her hands over the counter. Doing the same routine with the walls, she grabbed a towel, and wiped the remaining 'paint' form her hands.
Moon beamed happily. Now is wasn't so god-damned white. She walked to the shower, and tugged on the curtains, sucsessfully pulling them down. Throwing the cheap plastic to the side, she turned the water on, checking to make sure it was perfect, she stripped out of her green boxers and black dress shirt and stepped in. She hurriedly washed away all evidence of what she had done. The smell of smoke and liquor, the musk cologne, and the sweat. All of it swept down the drain. She stepped out of the shower, not bothering to turn off the water. She dried herself, and threw the towel in to the sink, with was filled with crumbled soap, the empty tube of toothepaste, and a broken bottle, it's contents staining the water brown, and giving it a musk scent. She unlocked the door, and stepped back in to the room. walking to the man, she ran her hand down his naked stomach, over his his soft member, and across his tanned thighs. She placed a chaste kiss jsut below his belly-button, smirking. The pills she gave him worked.
She walked over to his pants, which where carelessy thrown across the back of a chair. She searched threw the pockets, pulling out a thick black wallet. She flipped it open, credit cards, and ID, and 60 bucks. Taking the money and the ID, she grabbed a pad of paper and a pen from a nearby table. Her hand fluttered across the sheet. Finally, she signed with a heart, and placed it on her pillow. She pulled on her thong and jeans, along with her tank top and sweater. She grabbed the money from the table, and stuffed it in her pocket. She pulled on her black pumps and headed out the door, slipping the card-key in to her pocket.
"Mama! Mama! Wake up, please wake up Mommy!" A little girl with blonde curls sat over the mangled body of her mother. Her tiny hands were placed on her bare shoulders, shaking them with all her strength. She mumble for her mother one last time, before she curled up next to the naked lifeless body. Her hands, clunched in to tiny fists, shook from the cold. Above her, the dark clouds rumbled with thunder, and the sky lit up with lighting, causing the small girl to bury her face closer in to the pale corpse. Rain began falling. At first it was just a few drops, but with another boom of thunder, the droplets poured down in sheets. Covering the girl and her mother in a blanket of icy water.
If you happened to be walking down the main hallway, on the fifth floor of the hotel, you would have hear a loud, horror filled scream. This scream came from Moon Josfield. The current occupant of room 513. Moon suffered from a re-occuring dream, well more of a flashback really. Every week or so, when she fell asleep, the whole scene would play before her eyes. Like a old projecter, clear, but a bit spotty.
Stepping off the plane,
renting a hotel room,
walking to the movies,
the two men,
the cold, dirty alley,
and then,
the rape,
the murder,
and the rain.
Moon threw the covers from her body, heaving her legs over the side of the bed, she walked over to the coffee maker. She attempted to brew a pot of coffee, but was very unsucsessful. Sighing in defeat, she walked over to the mini-fridge, which stood just a few feet left of the bathroom door. She pulled open the door, and grabbed a can of pop. Slamming the door shut, she walked in to the bathroom. She stared in the mirror as she opened her can. She watched herself as she lifted the can to her swollen lips. The set the can down with a sigh. Popping her head out the door, she looked at the man laying in the bed surprisingly, asleep, then she glanced at the door, locked. Slipping back into the painfully white bathroom, she clicked the door closed, and locked it. She looked at the white wall, floor, countertop. White, white. white. Everything was so ******** white. Cursing, she grabbed the toothepaste from the counter. She unscrewed the cap, and squeezed a blob of the rough, blue paste in to her hands. Using her arms, she pushed everything to the floor, before running her hands over the counter. Doing the same routine with the walls, she grabbed a towel, and wiped the remaining 'paint' form her hands.
Moon beamed happily. Now is wasn't so god-damned white. She walked to the shower, and tugged on the curtains, sucsessfully pulling them down. Throwing the cheap plastic to the side, she turned the water on, checking to make sure it was perfect, she stripped out of her green boxers and black dress shirt and stepped in. She hurriedly washed away all evidence of what she had done. The smell of smoke and liquor, the musk cologne, and the sweat. All of it swept down the drain. She stepped out of the shower, not bothering to turn off the water. She dried herself, and threw the towel in to the sink, with was filled with crumbled soap, the empty tube of toothepaste, and a broken bottle, it's contents staining the water brown, and giving it a musk scent. She unlocked the door, and stepped back in to the room. walking to the man, she ran her hand down his naked stomach, over his his soft member, and across his tanned thighs. She placed a chaste kiss jsut below his belly-button, smirking. The pills she gave him worked.
She walked over to his pants, which where carelessy thrown across the back of a chair. She searched threw the pockets, pulling out a thick black wallet. She flipped it open, credit cards, and ID, and 60 bucks. Taking the money and the ID, she grabbed a pad of paper and a pen from a nearby table. Her hand fluttered across the sheet. Finally, she signed with a heart, and placed it on her pillow. She pulled on her thong and jeans, along with her tank top and sweater. She grabbed the money from the table, and stuffed it in her pocket. She pulled on her black pumps and headed out the door, slipping the card-key in to her pocket.
