First 505…

 Hiiiiii.

Boy boy boy, do I have some rants!!! 

But that must wait till tomorrow.

So I don’t forget, some topics:

*DAMN YOU WASHING MACHINE!!!

*DAMN YOU DOOR SCREWS!!!

*DAMN YOU "FREE" CEMETARY MOVIE!!!

*DAMN YOU LIVING ROOM!!!

*DAMN YOU CLUMSY BROKEN BRUISED UP BODY!!!

*DAMN YOU SNOBBY NOJOMO DIARY!!!!

*DAMN YOU DIETING AND EMOTIONAL EATING!!!

*DAMN YOU FAMILY!!!

*DAMN YOU DOGS AND CATS AND CRITTERS ALL OVER MY HOUSE!

*DAMN YOU DAMN IT!!!

HA HA.

ummmm…

anyway….

So, I also have the FIRST 505  words of my Nanowrimo!!!

It has no working title and I really can’t tell you what it’s really gonna be about.

My writing is very… ummm … viral… lol.

It has a mind of it’s own sometimes.

I have a basic frame and I would call the genre "modern day fantasy"… i am not sure if that’s something people write about, but I’m giving it a blind shot.

Anyway, I wasn’t sure how I was gonna start, until I was takin a poop… YES TAKIN A POOP!!! and the opening line came to me.

So I present to you the first 505. Give your opinions. Would you keep reading this story?

"Did you kill him?"
 
The words ricocheted around her head. She pressed her fingertips to her eyes and tried to force herself to breath. She dared no respond because she wasn’t sure what to say.
 
Had she?
 
Had she killed him?
 
She wasn’t sure what happened just moments before. Everything in her world had become a living nightmare since the moment she had opened her eyes just a few days before. Her life would never be the same, and she most certainly wouldn’t be able to regain even a fraction of what she thought was normal if she had just killed a man. She felt the flutters of panic rising in her throat like bile and she fought with all of her will to shove it down.

If she panicked, she’d surely continue doing things she would be sorry for later. The only thing she could really do now was focus and stop the snowball of horror from getting any larger.
 
"Alayne… Snap out of it Alayne. Hellooooo…."
 
With a gasp and an explosion of heartbeats, Alayne opened her eyes and quickly closed them. The blazing sunlight that met her gaze seemed to penetrate her eyelids and burn fierce orange and red circles into her vision. She blinked and looked to her side. A soft hand was on her shoulder, kind eyes looking down on her. And the smile… the smile of her best friend, Kathryn.
 
"Kathy… I’m…." She shook her head and looked around. She was on the steps to a house… Kathy’s house… the jeans she had been wearing only moments before had changed to soft brown khaki’s and a red shirt. Her work uniform. But she didn’t remember changing… or even getting to this place.
 
"You’re staying up too late and pushing yourself to hard, that’s what you’re doin!" Kathy stood and put her hand out. Alayne grabbed it and let herself be pulled up. She pushed her hair from her face and tried to smile.
 
"You are right as always… I guess I should learn how to pace myself."
 
Kathy nodded. "Well, at least you came to give me a ride to work. Maybe you should only do half a day…"
 
"No, no. I’m good. I just need some coffee and a good stern look from Patrice"
 
The two girls laughed and glared at each other as they mimicked the glare their boss gave them almost daily. 
"I don’t think that woman believes we should have fun at work." Kathy grinned again and handed Alayne her purse which had fallen to the ground when she stood. "Anyway, lets get going, and next time, just leave a little later. You don’t have to take naps on my porch!"
 
The two headed towards the small blue car that was parked in the driveway. As they got in, Alayne felt her body shiver. She wasn’t sure if she had been dreaming or if she was just going completely crazy…. whatever it was… she knew she had to get to the bottom of it.
 

Opinions? Good, Bad… ugly?!!! lol.

ok, i flee. I want to actually read before bed.This time change rules because my body is ready for bed an it’s only 9!