Day 5: 30 Day Writing Challenge

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In 250 words or less, write a cliffhanger.

I’ve been looking forward to this one! Those characters I keep using, Nora, Connor, and Cam? They’re a few of years old now. They started out as an experiment, to see if I could get a certain plot work for me. Unfortunately, I still don’t have an overarching story for these guys. But this gives my the opportunity to explore just one facet of the story I eventually want to write.

Nora groaned as she unfurled from the foetal position, fighting waves of nausea as she eased herself onto her back. Her mouth tasted like sour honey and her stomach was threatening to jump out of her throat if she didn’t stop the exhaustive practice of breathing. As gently as she could, with arms that felt like concrete, she rubbed her knuckles across her eyes, trying to dislodge some of the grit. She had vague memories of crying last night. With any luck, Connor hadn’t seen her.
Her heart stopped.
Connor.
Ignoring the typhoon of nausea in her stomach she heaved herself into a seated position, frantically searching her body for clothes that she knew she wouldn’t find. With a leaden dread, she turned her head. Bracing herself against the harsh morning light, she looked down and saw her own horror mirrored on the face of the man lying next to her. He opened his mouth to say something, but only a gruff exhalation of air escaped. He cleared his throat and tried again, fists clenched on top of the blankets, eyes searching her face.
“Nora, what the fuck did we do?”
Nora started to answer when she heard footsteps and a familiar voice from the hallway.
“Alright, Sleeping Beauty, you gotta get up. Izzy has been ringing my phone non-stop and it is doing atrocious things to my head. We have to find Connor before my head explodes.”
Nora barely had time to cover herself before Cam opened the door. She could see confusion chase realisation across Cam’s party-worn features, followed closely by something Nora’s hungover brain would not let her decipher. Cam made to take another step into the room, but changed his mind mid-stride and ended up hopping backwards into the doorjamb. Rubbing his ankle, he stared at them both.
“Well, that’s one mystery solved, I guess.”

Final word count: 309

Now, I know what you’re thinking. A love triangle involving two best friends? How original.
But, see, the experiment is that Nora and Connor do not end up together. I just am yet to find a way to write that particular story to make it believable and satisfying. It’s been at least three years.

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About Bec Graham

Bec Graham, 24, was born on the wrong continent. Everything from her burns-like-paper skin tone to her inability to cope with the slightest hint of a hot day suggests she should have been born under the gloomy skies and mild sun of the UK. She hopes writing will get her to her rightful home one day. Failing that, she scans the skies for a spinning blue police box, hoping to catch a lift back to the motherland.
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