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First Part of My Novel, yeah I know I already posted part of it here, but in case you didn't read that part, your thoughts is it too weird? With each page I get typed up in word, I'll post it here.

    When I look back on it, the day I was changed from a mere mortal, nothing seemed out of the ordinary.
    I had woke up to the smell of burnt toast and the sounds of my roommate Virginia cursing. I remember shaking my head and smiling. She had to be one of the most absent minded I knew, I miss her terribly. Anyway, that morning we ran out of organic peanut butter and I offered to go buy it. The bodega, which we preferred to normal grocery stores, was only twenty minutes away, I never arrived. My car would be found dumped in the bottom of Lac Des Allemands, my body although dumped nearby, was never found, likely because I’m still using it.
    My “killer” would later confess to my rape and murder, but that’s getting ahead of myself, now back to that morning. I remember getting into my car, not knowing that he was already hiding in the back seat, having been too careless to check, because well frankly it never would have crossed my mind that those things actually could happen. I remember turning the radio on and beginning to sing along to “California Girls” by Katy Perry, I’d gotten to the part about something in the water when popped up from behind the seat, knife in hand and forced me to pull over. In an alley, just a five minute’s drive from my safe haven, I was raped, my throat slashed and my body stuffed in the trunk. He had killed previously and made sure to follow his M.O., dumping my car in a lake with a state park and my body nearby along a hiking trail, to be discovered quickly by hikers. It was risky but I think he liked the thrill. Three hours after being dumped, my body would be found, but my death wouldn’t be reported to the police and my next destination wasn’t the morgue.
    My body would be discovered by three hikers, Joseph Bonasera, Gwen Harris, and Meredith Rivera, they weren’t quite the normal bored tourists hiking for fun, which is amazingly lucky on my part and they saved me.
    I’ve managed to get the pure unvar
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unvarnished truth out of Joey, and from this I can summarize what happened in between the time they found me and another five hours later when I woke up in a strange house as a Fere Victus.
Jeffersonian posted over a year ago
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They had begun walking along the trail and about five-hundred yards into the forest, I made my appearance, russet hair disheveled, grey dress torn and most importantly, I was dead, very dead.
Jeffersonian posted over a year ago
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Joey had paused at that point in telling me the story, almost not sure if he wanted to finish but I had squeezed it out of him and despite finding my treatment at first quite disturbing, I think it all turned out quite well.
Jeffersonian posted over a year ago
 Jeffersonian posted over a year ago
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mdedrick said:
It seems a little plain. Try adding some details, making it longer. You're jumping ahead of yourself with everyhting. Good idea though.
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