Here is the next bit of my story. It is half of chapter one. Please please please write your critism. Don't be scared, I am a very calm person, usually.
Tangie never had dreams like that. So vivid and three dimensional, like she could taste the air still, and almost feel a dull, constant pain throbbing through her t-shirt. Laughter and distant drunken singing tickled her ears and sparked memories of the dream. Minute details, the smell of oranges, that refused to let go of her. Like they insisted on drawing her back into the graveyard, like she had unfinished business that she didn't quite know how to complete. But of course the gurgling sound of a flushing toilet seized her from the trance and shoved her back into reality.
A twenty hour flight to Paris, complete with crying babies and persistent snoring was the perfect alarm clock.
Tangie Spoof had always pictured going away. Far away. Anywhere but here, she would tell herself. The Universe would open up and swallow her and thrust her into its wide open spaces of opportunities and adventure. Now finally she was going. But unfortunately she was going with an extraordinarily fat woman on her right , whose rolls didn't quite fit into the seat and often encroached into Tangie's personal space. And a short Italian man on her left, whose passionate swear words erupted from his mouth in between rumbling snores.
Her family sat in the seats across the aisle, peacefully asleep next to each other. There had been some confusion with the seats and Tangie as the oldest of the Spoof family had been volunteered to sit by herself. Her eyes started to gently close as a B grade rom com played in the background, filling her ears with fading American accents of actors who no one knew the name of.
Rapid French cursing shot into the empty space, punctuating jabs of piercing pain. The same orange smell suffocated her and damp soil caved in all around her. Panic engulfed her as she spat out dirt and blood. Someone was coming, She couldn't quite understand though. The words were ignored by her brain, it refused to listen, endeavouring to continue the graveyard expedition.
"Please be prepared for our descent."
Her stomach dropped and she jolted awake to see a clean, smiling flight attendant blinking confusedly at her. Clouds rushed past the window and her head churned, struggling to distinguish her strange dream from her reality . The plane jiggled in every direction, thrashing the passengers around as it plunged for the runway. It came to an abrupt halt just as Tangie vomited all over the Italian man.
He woke up in disgust , staring at carrot bits and the regurgitated mush puddle slushing around on his slick Armani suit. With a rude hand gesture he leapt up and left in a huff. Tangie had never vomited on anyone and hoped, quite passionately, that it would never happen again. A revolting aftertaste fresh in her mouth and sagging bags under her eyes, Tangie stepped off the plan breathing in uncontaminated, BO free oxygen.
It was with that she arrived in the most romantic city on earth.
Also, does anybody have any fantastic books or music I should check out?? I am in a new music/books mood.
That's all I really have to say.