This is a two-part exercise, both 500 words. This is where you should focus solely on the beginning of the story, but do not necessarily concern yourself with the middle or the end.
Pick a dramatic event from your life, either big or small. (The death of a loved one, for instance, or the loss of your house key by the railroad tracks.) Now you’re going to write this same story twice. The first one will be where you withhold the information of what’s going to happen and simply begin the story with a descriptive scene that leads up to the dramatic event. The opening line should read something like, “One day I was walking home from school along the railroad tracks.” This should then be followed by all the sensory details that were covered from module 2. What was the weather like? Could you hear the sound of the train? You can include as much detail and scene as you like, but it is imperative that you at least get to the start of the “dramatic event” before the end of your 500 words, even if it’s in the final sentence.
Now I want you to write 500 words about the very same event, but here you will establish the tension immediately and tell the reader what is going to happen in the first line. “When I was twelve years old I lost my house key in the woods by the railroad tracks.” Since you’ve given that opening line, what context must follow in order to get the reader up to speed? Are your parents not at home? Are the railroad tracks far away? Write the first half of the piece with this sort of biographical information before you get back to the dramatic event. To put it another way: begin with staging the event, then cut away from the event, then return to it!
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How I lost my v card? I feel a thingy dingle thing all over my skin. From my feet to my head. My hair I imagine like if it was raising from my head. My arms were moving on their own. We start making out and I could feel her tongue. I could not avoid feeling how her tongue was short and beaked. Her teeth were amazing. I used to be with a girl that always taste like American square yellow cheese. Fuck you, Diana. I love you, Mayra. My tongue was feeling all her mouth. Her lips were soft I felt on my chest the most complex feeling I have ever known. I wanted to bite her lips. I want to devour her. My hands start to lift her blouse. My hands could almost touch. She is so skinny and thigh. I am standing next to her. There is no gap between her and I. Well, we both are wearing jeans but this hug is something else. She has a rainbow blouse, and I am wearing my favorite blue shirt from Polo Ralph Lauren. I am amazed of how good her skin feels. It is soft and strong at the same time. It is like my hands are made for touching her. My statue is just a little bit above her, but it seems like if we were glued together many times ago. I am started to be getting my hands a little bit above her waist. I touch her back, and I felt a little of her sweat. Feeling her liquidity over my hands exploit something inside myself. I get a connection between my balls, my stomach and my brain. My balls get down I feel how the start to raise temperature and my dick gets strong as never before. A bunch of energy comes from my dick to the rest of my body. My stomach feels like ache. I feel as thousand butterflies flying around on my stomach and start to fly all around my body. My blood start to run, and my heart beats to the same tempo of the music. The tiny bathroom of blue color. Well, it is not so tiny. We can move freely. The music of the party makes me feel secure nobody is going to stop us. She rise my shirt a bit and search for my belt. She starts to un belt me and trying to put down my blue jeans. I am feeling nervous all over my body. She is about to get down my boxers. Nobody has ever touched my dich. It looks even darker to this light. She takes it out and I am thinking I am going to get jerk off. Nice. She starts to put down her own light blue jeans down. I am terrified. She puts me dich next to her vagina I feel her hair and wetness all over my dick. Is this heaven? -------------- How I lost my v card? I feel a thingy dingle thing all over my skin. When she had my cock touching her wet pussy. My name is Yves. I am a male born at a middle high class. My father works in politics and my mother is a teacher at junior high school. At least this was when I was born. My father has both nationalities USA and Mexico. My mom did not want to give born to me in USA, so I lost that opportunity. My father quit to working in politics and start a business sending vegetables and fruit to USA. My uncles buy him and then re sale to clients on the heart of Texas. My father failed his business terrible. Everything was a messed. He got evicted from his office and Wearhouse. My brother and I got taken out of the private school. Grandma got sick and die. To be fair. She was already sick but got a lot worse. Our life suddenly changes. Dad needs it to leave the country and grandma dying make everything suddenly real harsh. The housekeeper that was paid by my grandma went away with her boyfriend. She got her pregnant and then leave her. All this just feels awkward. Being 10 starts to feel hard. Looking at mom crying and getting crazier each day is terrible. Dad is depressed. He just drinks and mom just wants to kill herself. Mom of mom, Grandma Carmen she now lives with us. But after many years of terrible teens at 18 I met the only and first one. Mayra and I are starting to date. We have been dating for like 10 days. I am a virgin. She is older than me. She is 22. She had a boyfriend before me who took her v card. I am not sad about this. At least not now. I have two good friends. One is called Hugo, and the other is Alex. Hugo is going to celebrate Alex birthday in his house. The party has going nice. Mayra suddenly told me that she needs the restroom. Hugo sends me to take her there. The party is at Hugo backyard. I take her inside the house. Next to the kitchen is the restroom. The restroom is blue. Mayra start kissing me and grab my junk. I have never touched a woman. At least not like that. I feel my junk touching her wet pussy. God. It is heaven.
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