In a sweet, silly gesture of some old-fashioned chivalry, Tyler stepped aside to let me go first. I pretended not to notice that he stumbled and had to grab at the wall to keep from falling on his gentlemanly ass.
     As I stepped on the second stair and stubbed my toes, I asked the darkness why the staircase seemed so wrong.  Behind me, Tyler answered that they'd had to rebuild it themselves.
     "It simple wasn't here. We had a second storey, but no way to reach it. Shana said it was a bit like heaven, knowing it was up there but unable to get there. She can be quite funny like that."
      I picked my careful way up the mismatched steps and turned towards a dim light to the left. As I entered a vast room that must have been the depot's storage area in some useful past, I heard Tyler introducing me as Alice. I shrugged and tried to pick out the occupants of the room, but could only make out some vague movement in the distant left corner.
       "Hello, Alice," came a crisp voice from just behind me.  I whirled as Tyler sauntered by, leaving me to face a full and naked breast. I'd never spoken to one before, and managed only a mumble before raising my head to meet a sizzling look from huge green eyes.
      "I'm Shana; like 'em?" she asked with a smile that would blind a Cyclops. My gaze followed her as she strode by like an Amazon warrior queen and began to sway to a song only she could hear. Her back rippled like eels I'd seen in a fish tank once, and her high buttocks flexed rhythmically. Tyler had joined the shadowy acivity ion the corner.
      "You've got a nice little body, and the face of a china doll, honey," said Shana. "Too pretty to be beautiful, but I guess you knew that."
      I knew nothing of the sort, of course. My thoughts had always been of deeper, darker places; looks were a currency I didn`t trade in. Even as a child, I`d recoil at sweet old ladies pinching my cheeks and cooing at how lovely I was.  My mother would throw her chubby hands in the air when I tore off the barrettes she had arranged in my hair, or immediately loosened the pig-tails she had carefully braided. Later, I had painfully learned that looks - even disguised - were treacherous agents that invited in evil.

     "Want to dance?" asked Shana, spinning slowly to face me. I stammered an uncomfortable No, and looked helplessly for Tyler.

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First-person narrative mode.
Please try and be descriptive.
Personally, I'm not focused so much upon plot as I am on character development and appealing to the reader's six senses.
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ABOUT THE NARRATOR

Our narrator is female. We don't know her name, the colour of her skin, her exact sexual orientation or much else yet.

She lives in a small town.

She's not the most honest narrator when it comes to her feelings; thus she has actually been raped in the past.

The story revolves partly around the first word on her page, and what it might have been.
Tragedy, tragic, tramp, trample; whatever it may be. If the contents of her notepad change, I will change them in the author guidance (see below).
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REGARDING CHAPTER TITLES

Keep them ending in 'light' or 'lite' please.
Use rhymezone.com if necessary.
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PROSPECTIVE IDEAS

Here are some things I think should happen in the story:

1. She gets greatly inspired and writes something significant.
2. She begins a more or less healthy non-platonic relationship with someone.
3. She encounters her rapist (she may not know who he is).
4. She has sex in a positive way.
5. She 'takes back' her virginity in some way or another.

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Now, this may be a cult. It may be a secret society. It may be a bunch of creative lost souls. Who knows.
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HER RELATIONSHIP WITH TYLER:
Right now, I don't know whether it's platonic or not. So, I don't have much to say about that.
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Here's what's currently written in her notebook:

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CHARACTERS LIST COMING SOON

updated Oct 30, 2008 by Dysphemism