May. 4th, 2004
ok here is the beginning of my story
May. 4th, 2004 08:01 pmthis is the beginning of one of the stories i've been working on, it's really giving me trouble cause it really wants to turn into porn but i'l trying to keep it from doing so ... so yeah
The road sped by outside the window. They passed another car occasionally. She wondered where they were going. Amarillo maybe, you can see for miles just outside of the city. Maybe there were going to El Paso. She’d never been to El Paso before, and wondered what it was like. Was it the desert it was always portrayed as, or was it something else entirely?
It didn’t matter; she wasn’t going there, she wouldn’t ever go there.
She saw a train slowly rattle down the tracks parallel to the road. She’d always wanted to take the train, long trip to a new place, someplace new and exciting, where now one knew her face. . She imagined herself as an exotic beauty, the kind men always thought about during the night. She shook her head men never thought about her like that, who would want to? What man could masturbate into the darkness to the image of her face, perhaps the sound of her voice but not her face.
She imagined a trip on a train, alone in her compartment, enigmatic and, like a movie star. Men came by her compartment to try and catch a glimpse of her.
The road sped by outside the window. They passed another car occasionally. She wondered where they were going. Amarillo maybe, you can see for miles just outside of the city. Maybe there were going to El Paso. She’d never been to El Paso before, and wondered what it was like. Was it the desert it was always portrayed as, or was it something else entirely?
It didn’t matter; she wasn’t going there, she wouldn’t ever go there.
She saw a train slowly rattle down the tracks parallel to the road. She’d always wanted to take the train, long trip to a new place, someplace new and exciting, where now one knew her face. . She imagined herself as an exotic beauty, the kind men always thought about during the night. She shook her head men never thought about her like that, who would want to? What man could masturbate into the darkness to the image of her face, perhaps the sound of her voice but not her face.
She imagined a trip on a train, alone in her compartment, enigmatic and, like a movie star. Men came by her compartment to try and catch a glimpse of her.