Haffeza Mohammed

So, messages are gone from Wattpad.

Some snippets from my book 'Do You Remember?'
          
          I stared straight ahead, as I swore the place grew darker by the second. The blackness encroached upon me, forcing me to retreat. I stumbled and fell, watching it spread to my feet. Shadows stretched and climbed onto my toes, pulling me. I scrambled to my feet and fought against it. It struggled too, to keep me with it until I burst free. Turning,  I raced toward the main street. 
          
          ***
          
          And then she asked me to dance, and I couldn’t say no. I wished she’d held me closer. I wish I’d held her closer. Still, I fought the urge to, fearing she’d think it was too much of an intrusion. In my mind, I took her to my apartment, undressed her, and kissed her incessantly. It was pure ecstasy I felt, and I wanted out of this crowded sweaty place. I needed to feel her, be with her, all night long. What had come over me? This was so unlike me. One-night stands weren’t my kind of thing. 
          
          I forced myself to focus on the song. Oh, the song! I barely noticed it till now. She was singing along to it as she held me, gyrating her hips against mine. The timbre of her voice was angelic and her breath upon my neck was so arousing. Oh, how I wanted her! 
          
          The song ended too soon and she pulled away. Why did she pull away like that, right after one song? We could have continued. We could have danced the rest of the night away. Was my dancing not to her liking? 
          
          I all but jumped out of my seat when she asked me the next question. 
          
          “Do you have a girlfriend?” she asked.

Finished my 8000-word count entry for ONC 2024 with the book 'Do You Remember? 
          
          Now going to continue with a book review that I should have completed already.

Chapter 3 of my new book 'Do You Remember' is up. It's my entry for this year's Open Novella Contest!
          
          A noisy car crept along the deserted pothole-covered road, its exhaust coughing up smoke in the humid atmosphere. Not a soul was around outside or inside the arcade, not even the owner, which was customary, often leaving a customer with no choice but to summon him.
          
          Sue’s eyes sparkled excitedly. “Mr. Claytus. Mr. Claytus!” She cupped her hands over her mouth and called.

Speed writing tonight again. 
          
          Reached a scary part. I was sitting in my living room writing, and then everyone decided to turn in for the night, leaving me all alone.  But being too scared to sit and write a scary spooky part all alone, I too have transferred my writing to my bedroom where I now sit writing this scary part of 'Do You Remember?'.

Part of chapter 2 of 'Do You Remember' is up! 
          
          Everything was pitch black, oppressive, heavy, and supernatural. I strained my eyes to see, but the more I looked the blacker it grew. Somewhere I lay, but I wasn’t alone. There were three of us and it felt like we were a part of each other. Myself, a man, and someone else. How strange, and yet so homely. There was no rush to wake, so I drifted back to a longing rest. 
          
          Peacefulness filled me until I felt a childlike body crawl over me. I reached out, trying to examine and guide it off me while simultaneously trying to open my eyes, but neither could I open my eyes or touch it. It forced my outstretched arms  down, overpowering me till I felt it enter my chest, as my eyes opened in shock. I had been dreaming.
          
          The ending of this part, where the child enters my protagonist's body is based on an actual paranormal dream I once had back in 2001, sometime in February or March. The dream was so vivid that upon waking I felt as if a spirit had actually entered my body. It scared me so much, I barely spoke about it to anyone, until now.

Sue started swaying to the rhythm, a huge grin creeping over her face, as pounding rhythms mingled with the dazzling lights that lit the smoky darkness that encircled us. I let myself go, hips swaying, head rocking, and arms weaving gracefully, matching each pulsating beat, creating a wild stir within me.

I’m speed-writing to finish a chapter. Speed writing to me is getting it all down on the page without concentrating on the mechanics, grammar, phrasing, or punctuation. I get the whole part down and weave the magic into it, and afterward, I edit it to perfection! It's a work in progress!

Crafting what I think might become my first chapter.  I think it's best to start by getting right into the action.  
          
          Body heat mingled with the cold air inside the uncrowded discotheque as flashing lights illuminated the darkness at short intervals, bathing the small room with cozy privacy. What better place for one to easily hide away, seeking solace amidst strangers? This was only a part of what Revolving Lights nightclub meant to me. It was also where magic happened, where music, rhythm, and beat, drowned one’s sorrows. And tonight, I was destined to know it as the place where undreamt fantasies became reality. 
          
          One glance through the darkly tinted glass at the hazy scene down below revealed a day that must have yearned to overstay its welcome. Looking at my watch, I silently confirmed that it was earlier than I’d thought, 6:10 p.m.

Do You Remember?
          
          Body heat and flashing lights,
          Inside a crowded discotheque.
          Undetected and everywhere,
          Untraceable movements.
          Of you and me.
          Strangers, caught in love’s sea,
          This is our story!