Yeah. Hi. I was here before, but then I got pissed off one day and decided to quit writing. Then, I randomly decided to do NaNoWriMo three days before the start of November. I never really used the site, though.
Is this a good beginning for a story? (It's the start of my attempt for NaNoWriMo. =])
Also, how would you spell a name that's pronounced mar ee uh 'MAR' rhymes with "car." I like the name, but if I can't figure out a way to spell it, I'll change it. Right now, I just have it written as 'Mauria,' but I don't know if anyone would know how to say it.
The memories flooded my mind—the smell of his aftershave, the taste of his lips against mine, the feeling of my skin pressed upon his. I could picture it so vividly it was like it was happening all over again. Every move we made that night was as realistic in my mind as it was back then. The sound of his voice echoed in the back of my mind. Goosebumps rose all over my body.
Not again, I thought. Please, God, make it stop. Make this all go away.
Then, suddenly, I jolted awake, my body coated with sweat and tears. I could still hear my scream from the nightmare. My heart rate was well above normal, as if it now contained my entire chest. Reality set in.
“Hush, Mauria,” I soothed as a single tear taking a long, slow journey down my neck. “Its okay, it’s okay now.”
When my breathing leveled out, the tears took over. Closing my eyes, I saw his face again, hideous and terrifying. Pain shot through my gut. I was practically regurgitating by the time I made it to the toilet. The floor tiles made me shiver as my body fell limply to the floor. Acid clung to my taste buds even while I sipped a cup of water.
Why tonight? It’s been over a month, and I’ve been fine—well, as fine as a girl can be after having her virginity ripped out of her. I haven’t been this hysterical since then.
“Just keep breathing, Mauria. Try to relax. Everything’s going to be okay.”
“Mauria! Get up!” My brother pushed me out of bed, causing me to collapse on the floor. How had I gotten back to my room?
I threw the closest object near me—a stuffed tiger my Aunt gave me—at Brian’s hollow head, but he had already slammed the door.
Slowly, the room started to even out. The floor had been wavering at twisting itself around ever since my alarm clock went off. Everything normalized. Whatever happened last night was not going to happen again.
After glancing at the clock, I hurriedly grabbed the first outfit I saw, regardless of whether it was dirty or not, and threw it on before running to the bathroom to wash the sour taste form my mouth.
“Gross! What’s that smell?” I heard my younger sister scream from the other side of the bathroom door. My midnight puke-clean up didn’t go as well as I thought.
“Lily!” I yelled. “Hurry up! You’re making me late!” Obediently, she came out, her nose scrunched like a crumpled piece of paper. A fake gagging noise arose from her throat. She is the only eight-year-old I know who willingly gets up two hours before she needs to be at school.
Breathe, I told myself. No one knows. It’s all over, and it’s never going to happen again. You’re going to go to school, and everything will go back to normal. I promise.
By the time Brian pulled into the school’s parking lot, not only was my heart still pounding hard enough to possibly come through my shirt, but my head also throbbed with pain.
“Be back here on time today, got it?” he demanded before going back to ignoring my existence.
“Okay,” I somehow managed to choke out, but he was already half way to the entrance. I took a few deep breaths before following in his footsteps.
Suddenly, I could feel the tickle sensation caused by my arm hairs rising before someone’s hand roughly grabbed my shoulder. This sent my finally normalized heart rate back up to above normal.
“Sorry!” Nina Ramos yelped as she backed her hand away. “Why so jumpy?”
“Didn’t sleep,” I mumbled, hoping she’d dismiss the situation. When I realized she was waiting for an explanation, I walked around her and headed for my homeroom. By the time I reached the door, guilt tried to pull me back to my friend and apologize for my rude behavior.
Is this a good beginning for a story? (It's the start of my attempt for NaNoWriMo. =])
Also, how would you spell a name that's pronounced mar ee uh 'MAR' rhymes with "car." I like the name, but if I can't figure out a way to spell it, I'll change it. Right now, I just have it written as 'Mauria,' but I don't know if anyone would know how to say it.
The memories flooded my mind—the smell of his aftershave, the taste of his lips against mine, the feeling of my skin pressed upon his. I could picture it so vividly it was like it was happening all over again. Every move we made that night was as realistic in my mind as it was back then. The sound of his voice echoed in the back of my mind. Goosebumps rose all over my body.
Not again, I thought. Please, God, make it stop. Make this all go away.
Then, suddenly, I jolted awake, my body coated with sweat and tears. I could still hear my scream from the nightmare. My heart rate was well above normal, as if it now contained my entire chest. Reality set in.
“Hush, Mauria,” I soothed as a single tear taking a long, slow journey down my neck. “Its okay, it’s okay now.”
When my breathing leveled out, the tears took over. Closing my eyes, I saw his face again, hideous and terrifying. Pain shot through my gut. I was practically regurgitating by the time I made it to the toilet. The floor tiles made me shiver as my body fell limply to the floor. Acid clung to my taste buds even while I sipped a cup of water.
Why tonight? It’s been over a month, and I’ve been fine—well, as fine as a girl can be after having her virginity ripped out of her. I haven’t been this hysterical since then.
“Just keep breathing, Mauria. Try to relax. Everything’s going to be okay.”
“Mauria! Get up!” My brother pushed me out of bed, causing me to collapse on the floor. How had I gotten back to my room?
I threw the closest object near me—a stuffed tiger my Aunt gave me—at Brian’s hollow head, but he had already slammed the door.
Slowly, the room started to even out. The floor had been wavering at twisting itself around ever since my alarm clock went off. Everything normalized. Whatever happened last night was not going to happen again.
After glancing at the clock, I hurriedly grabbed the first outfit I saw, regardless of whether it was dirty or not, and threw it on before running to the bathroom to wash the sour taste form my mouth.
“Gross! What’s that smell?” I heard my younger sister scream from the other side of the bathroom door. My midnight puke-clean up didn’t go as well as I thought.
“Lily!” I yelled. “Hurry up! You’re making me late!” Obediently, she came out, her nose scrunched like a crumpled piece of paper. A fake gagging noise arose from her throat. She is the only eight-year-old I know who willingly gets up two hours before she needs to be at school.
Breathe, I told myself. No one knows. It’s all over, and it’s never going to happen again. You’re going to go to school, and everything will go back to normal. I promise.
By the time Brian pulled into the school’s parking lot, not only was my heart still pounding hard enough to possibly come through my shirt, but my head also throbbed with pain.
“Be back here on time today, got it?” he demanded before going back to ignoring my existence.
“Okay,” I somehow managed to choke out, but he was already half way to the entrance. I took a few deep breaths before following in his footsteps.
Suddenly, I could feel the tickle sensation caused by my arm hairs rising before someone’s hand roughly grabbed my shoulder. This sent my finally normalized heart rate back up to above normal.
“Sorry!” Nina Ramos yelped as she backed her hand away. “Why so jumpy?”
“Didn’t sleep,” I mumbled, hoping she’d dismiss the situation. When I realized she was waiting for an explanation, I walked around her and headed for my homeroom. By the time I reached the door, guilt tried to pull me back to my friend and apologize for my rude behavior.
