I’m doing NaNoWriMo. Some of you are as well. I’d like to take the time to share an excerpt from the beginning of my novel in progress. In return, I’d love for you to share an excerpt as well. It can be one sentence, one paragraph, or whatever you desire. A link to your NaNoWriMo page would be welcome as well.
To kick it off….
It all started with her Twittering about being naked. Sanja wasn’t actually naked but she liked to talk about it online. It seemed to draw the biggest amount of feedback and followers. Men and women alike enjoyed talking to someone a little dangerous and flirty. Sanja was all of that, at least online.
Sanja enjoyed the other side of that as well. She enjoyed the fantasy of being naked and chatting with folks that knew she was naked. She was excited that people that couldn’t eve see her were turned on. Some of them perhaps carrying on their on little fantasies. That’s what they would all be of course, since she couldn’t quite get away with stripping down. Sanja was at that moment in the middle of a little cafe on a busy afternoon, surrounded by people on all sides. Realizing that those on the other side could be anyone made it even more exciting for her. She imagined that perhaps the young guy to her left was one of her Twitter contacts.
Sanja would steal glances around every so often to see if anyone seemed anxious or seemed to be engrossed in something other than casual internet browsing. Some of her contacts provided pictures of themselves and she often looked around when she was out for any of them. SOme of them lived right here in her town. A few probably even shopped or ate at the same places as her, though she wouldn’t know unless she met them.
As Sanja sent her messages off to the internet, and fantasized, she couldn’t guess that she was soon to be getting a meeting between her online world and the offline one.
It’s the first few paragraphs. I’m here by open sourcing the above paragraphs. Fee free to steal them and use them as the basis for your own story. Just be sure to give me credit for these paragraphs.
Please share a few morsels from your stories below. Be sure to share a link to your page and/or story.
In camaraderie,
Tojosan
Well, here's my opening paragraphs, then. :)
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She rolled over on her side, shuffling something heavy and squishy in the process. Before she could deduce why, she purged. Purple and red chunks and liquids escaped her mouth, making a sickening “splat” against the floor. It was that stench. A smell like death permeated the room. She could actually feel it on her skin, like a cold and clammy hand caressing her bare arms. She groaned and pushed against the floor to stand. She stumbled as her hand sunk a little. It was pitch black. She guessed she was indoors; no smell could get that strong without being contained for a long period of time.
Having no other idea or course, she chose to walk forward. She took two small steps before her foot hit another squishy substance and she fell. Her eyes began to adjust to the environment, so she could see what was right in front of her. A female face, eyes and mouth closed. But she was not sleeping. That stench was, in fact, the smell of death.
Shock and fear hit her like a punch to the stomach. She groaned and fell slack, suddenly aware of all the bodies around her. There was more cadaver than bare floor in the room.
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