The Conception of Herself

This is the story im currently writing... its a re-write of this summer's up coming thriller "I Know Who Killed Me"... here it is:


The Conception of Herself

Walking out onto the stage, in her corset, Lacy see-through underwear and guarders holding up her sexy black leggings… a young woman slowly and seductively approaches the long pole in the middle of the floor. And without a smile, she steps up and wraps her long freckled leg around it’s cold, stinging metal. She bends backwards, with the music and begins her pole dance. She kept the same solemn expression on her face for the entire dance as the men around the stage whistle, cheer and throw small bills up at her feet. She seemed like she wasn’t even inside her own body… not in touch with her own soul. She looked like her soul was hovering on the crowd, watching her perform. She was absent minded, deep in thought; the smoke from the cigars filled her unblinking hazel eyes. Her body moved so smoothly and perfect around the pole. As she dipped her neck and shoulders, followed by her abs and hips and ended with a quick bend of her knees and slowly edging back up the pole with her long arms moving as soft as a dove, but as sneaky as a snake. She was an expert at the dance.
But when it ended, the crowds cheered and threw more money and she seemed to get her soul back. A pole-dancing artist who earned her quick money had possessed her, and after the dance ended, that artist left and the sweet girl she once was returned to her body. After counting her profits, she set out for the long, muddy roads down town that lead to the Calvin Klein store in down town Scranton, Pennsylvania.

Her Name is Aubrey Fleming.
She knew how to turn her life into a movie and watch things happen.
Not to her, but to a girl who looks just like her.
How would she ever be able to find her other half?
She knew only that she had to try, she had no choice.
Was she the wet 20-year-old redhead with hazel green eyes that glistened when it rained and a perfectly freckled completion running on the side of the road with the soaked jean backpack dangling lifelessly over her right shoulder? Perhaps. Who could really tell for sure?
Before anyone could have a chance to find out, the girl was picked up by a Man in a Black base ball cap driving a red pick up truck in down town. Off they drove, in the Pouring rain, the windshield wipers working at full speed. As the truck disappeared over the hill, you could hear a faint scream. The next morning, if you had turned on your TV to any of the local news channels, you would have seen a picture of that same girl, the same girl who was running on the side of the road toward that Calvin Klein store Last night. Her Name was Aubrey Fleming, and she is America’s latest missing person.


This video will scare the shit out of you, im not kidding