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Join me in this creative writing challenge meant to show off your imagination and bring fellow bloggers together. Below is the beginning of a story called "Turning" that I wrote. So whats the challenge?
I want you to help me finish it! You can take college
classes online which are very helpful when attempting to be a writer
but for this challenge it's not required. Simply comment under the story and in 3-12 sentences tell me what YOU think should happen next! This is a chain and your part of the story should start where the comment before you leaves off. In the end my hope is the have a collaborative and awesome story by everyone :)
I want you to help me finish it! You can take college
classes online which are very helpful when attempting to be a writer
but for this challenge it's not required. Simply comment under the story and in 3-12 sentences tell me what YOU think should happen next! This is a chain and your part of the story should start where the comment before you leaves off. In the end my hope is the have a collaborative and awesome story by everyone :)
How to participate:
1. Read the story posted.
2. Comment under the story, telling what should happen next. (remember that this is a chain blog and each person's comment is part of the story. Start your part of the story where the last comment leaves off!)
3. Grab the button and put it in a blog post so others can join in!
4. Fill out the Mister Linky so everyone knows you are part of this challenge :)
Turning
“Hey baby! Let me see those tits!”
I could hear the hoots and hollers’ of my friends coming from the pier. In my personal opinion, flashing some random guy for plastic Mardi Gras beads didn’t seem like much of a fair trade, but what did I know?
This was supposed to be the time of my life, and here I was, sitting all alone on the beach during my senior week. Right now I should have been laughing and drinking with my friends. I should have been collecting stupid Mardi Gras beads like all the other girls on their way to slut stardom. I should have been here on the beach, with my high school sweetheart’s arm around me, making out under the stars.
And where was this boyfriend, you may ask?
A week and a half ago he asked me to meet him by our favorite spot, where he proceeded to dump me for a college girl he met touring schools. It ended with me yelling, “That’s great, you go screw your lil college whore and I’ll go stay at the hotel room we rented for senior week by myself!”
At least I’m true to my word. I was thinking about not coming at all but my friends convinced me that it’s not healthy to stay at home and watch The Notebook three times a day. Of course I did gain the ability to recite the whole script at the drop of a hat. I’m sure that will come in handy one day, right?
It wasn’t so bad though, this view was beautiful. It was a cloudless night and every star in the sky was bright with optimism. I could hear the waves break and slowly glide toward my newly pedicured feet.
I watched as the water just barley hit my toes and savored the cool tickle it gave me. This was probably the most action I was going to get on this trip. My eyes followed the shiver up my legs and into my thighs. It was colder than I thought it would be, and just as I was going to lay back and rap my arms around my bare stomach a pain jolted me from the back of my head. So much for relaxing!
“Ouch!” I gritted through my teeth, while rubbing the soon to be bump under my blond hair.
“Wow, I’m sorry about that, are you ok?”
My eyes looked right into the face of the most handsome guy I had ever met. He was wearing a smirk like he thought my pain was funny but his eyes were full of compassion.
“Yeah I’ll be fine, next time you should watch where you throw your football.”
“Ha yeah, we will. My friends and I got a little bored and decided to play a game of midnight football on the beach. Maybe we should wait till its light out, I didn’t even see you.”
I smiled. Damn he looked good. He was standing there shirtless and staring at me with big brown eyes that made me forget I was cold.
“It’s ok; I’ll forgive you I guess. Are you here for senior week too?”
“No actually I live here, but this is always my favorite time because I get to meet so many new people, not to mention beautiful girls.”
He offered me his hand, “Like you….My names Mark.”
His hand was so warm and large I forgot to let go. He must have taken that as a sign to help me up, because with one tug I was on my feet.
“I’m Melody, but I normally just go by Mel.”
“Well Mel, I think you better come with me, any girl that gets a head injury on behalf of my bad eyesight gets a free drink.”
A laugh escaped my lips; the first real laugh I have had all week. It felt good.
“Ok, I could use a drink”
Walking beside Mark felt good too. It made me think about my ex. Oh hell, I was trying not to do that!
“So why were you on the beach by yourself? Do you have some highly contagious rash I should know about?” Mark looked at me with that cute smirk again. “Even though I think I would still take my chances.”
“No, I was just thinking. I’ve kinda had a rough week.”
“Oh I know that look, who’s the guy?”
“Um” Should I tell him, I thought, or would that scare him off? “His name is Ben, we dated for three years but we just ended it. It really is for the best though, just gonna take a little while to get over.”
“I’m sorry, if it helps, you could talk to me about it.”
“That’s nice Mark, but I really just want to forget the whole thing. I could go for that drink now though,” I smiled at him and grabbed his hand dragging him toward the bar.
Heck, this was my senior week, what was I doing moping around anyways? We had come to a nice outside bar on the boardwalk, where I could see all my girlfriends had already migrated to. We all had fake ID’s made before we left. I had mine pulled out and ready to go as we approached the bar tender. I did my best to look like I order alcohol all the time as I handed him the card out of the small pocket on my shorts.
“Sorry miss, but I’m not stupid, this is the fakest ID I’ve seen. If I were you, I would ask for my money back.”
Mark stepped in front of me, “Its ok Chris, she’s with me. Let me get two Miller Lites.”
“Coming right up Mark, but you better watch out. If a cop gets a hold of her I’m saying she stole it.”
After that, the night was a blur. I remember laughing with Mark, dancing with my friends, and then things started getting foggy. I had flashes of Marks smile, grinding against his hips on the dance floor, going back to his room, and his hand unbuttoning my shorts.
Crap! My eyes shot open and I jerked my head up. That was a mistake; I put my hands on my head as I fell back into the bed. My head was pounding and my vision was blurry. Damn, what did I do last night? I didn’t take much investigation to figure it out. I could feel bare skin and see my clothes on the floor.
Where was Mark?
I propped myself up on my elbow to get a better view of the room. Pain shot through my side, and I pulled the sheet off me to look at the skin right above my right hip. Oh my god! There were four gashes, one beside the other that was still oozing dark red blood. What the hell? It hurt so bad that I didn’t want to move, but I had to get out of here. I stood up slowly enough not to get dizzy. Pulling my shorts over my hips, I bent down to grab my bikini top, when the door opened.
“Stay away from me!” I screamed, hoping someone could hear me outside the door.
“No, Melody it’s ok, look, I just went to get you some breakfast.”
Mark was holding the food out like a peace offering. In one hand was a cup with a lid on it, I’m guessing it was coffee, but my attention was on the other hand. He held a white “Togo” box, which I couldn’t take my eyes off of. My nostrils flared as I smelled it. Yuummm, the smell was tangy and coppery. I hadn’t even realized I was hungry, but now I felt like if I didn’t eat, I would go crazy.
“Here, just sit down and I’ll bring it to you, ok?”
I sat back on the side of the bed, staring at the box the whole time while he cut the lid off and brought it over to me. He sat the drink on the nightstand beside me and the box in my lap. I looked down at the huge steak. I mean, this baby had to be at least 25 ounces and still covered in blood. Eww, I hated rare steak. I was a well done kinda girl.
I couldn’t control myself as I picked up the steak in my hands and started pulling at the meat with my mouth. I could feel the juices running down my chin but I couldn’t stop. It tasted so good, and I could feel myself becoming higher with every bite.
“See, I knew that would help.” Mark said smiling at me after I was done. I was still looking at the empty Styrofoam box wondering what the hell had gotten into me, when he offered me the coffee.
“Mark, what have you done to me?”
Then in a much softer voice, “Did you give me these marks on my side?”
Mark wasn’t smiling anymore. He put his hand over mine and slid his knees to the floor so he would be directly at eye level with me.
“Mel, I need to tell you something…”
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