Category: Writers Block
The next morning Stacey woke and felt digusting and ill. She was lying in the backseat of her Toyota Carola in the empty parking lot of the bar. The light of dawn was shiining in her brown eyes. She had no idea what had happened the night before. Her momory was blank and she could not have a lesser idea of the activities that had happened the night before. But whatever had happened had mad her feel sick and slightly sore. She was completely confused and could not recall any of it. Stacey remembered go to the bathroom to and reapplying her lip gloss. She remembered Rick but she could not remember anything else. She knew for a fact that she did not have that much to drink. She began to drive home still trying to remember the night before but she drew a blank.
She finally made it back to her one bedroom apartment, and she knew she needed to take a shower to clean the filth off of her body. As she ran the water to gain a descent shower tempeture, she also began to remove her clothes. Taking off article by article, After removing her shirt she noticed her bra was completely gone. She noticed also bruises on her abdomen and her panties were ripped. Her eyes grew wide as she remembered Rick was the last person she could remember talking to. Now she was full of questions and needed answers. Since it was only Sunday and she did not have Rick's phone number, she waited patiently for Monday to fall on her to gather the information she needed to put the piececs together.
Wow! This is good. If I may, I'd like to give you a couple of suggestions:
1. You may want to run through spellcheck.
2. You may want to clean it up a bit. You seem to repeat some things.
Other than that, I really like it and I can't wait until you write more. I look forward to reading. You've got my interest for certain.