2nd Try at 2nd Tense

A dim, orange light filled the room. You are partially reminded of the tea you are drinking, the tea that is specially infused with oranges and raspberries. You slowly settle down into your big, fluffy armchair and let out a sight of relief. Yes, the day has been boring, but you know that it’s better than being depressing. You’re about to turn in, since you are tired, after all, when you hear your old vintage telephone ring. You trudge over, quite annoyed really, but answer the phone nonetheless. It was Sally. Sally was a horrible friend of yours; the type that rubs her good fortune in your face any time she gets the chance. So, of course, you act pleased to hear from her. Maybe if you act interested, she’ll leave you alone. You engage in a nice little chat, talking about the weather and other things, when she brings up her ‘good fortune’”. Oh Angelica darling” she says “I forgot to tell you! I am inviting you to my wedding!”. You stand, shocked, wondering how in the world this has happened without you hearing about every second of it. She says "Yes! It was sort of a quick thing- but I didn't want to miss my chance with Rick!". Your jaw dropped to the floor. Rick? Your best friend Rick? The person you've been in love with for years Rick? You roll you eyes, thinkning 'this could be interesting'.

Confession

Alright everyone. I have a confession. I have been attempting to work on my story, "River of Dreams". However, I was pulled away. I found an awesome new way of writing! Two words; second person. Genius right? So, I started a little story in that tense, and I would like to share it with you.

Chapter 1:The Light

You walk in the door, nearly blinded by the sudden bright light. You try to raise your hand, to block the rays, but you can’t. Your whole body is completely paralyzed. Your eyes, the only thing able to move, twitch back and forth. You’re starting to get very worried when you hear a deep voice say “Welcome, welcome! I trust you and your family are well?” You try to scream, or make some sort of protesting noise, but it feels as if your voice box was frozen. Your family was murdered a week ago, and you had been searching long and hard to find the culprit. “Oh dear, are you trying to say something? Perhaps you wish to see your captor? Very well; I shall oblige”. A dark, hooded somewhat gangly figure appeared, shattering the bright light. You immediately recognize him. Suddenly, a wave of warmth washes over you. You can move again! You look the man straight in his deep, dark eyes. Finally, you do what you have been waiting to do for a week. You spit in his face. “Arghhh!” He screams. Your saliva appears to be burning his flesh! You have to admit; you are a bit shocked (the spit had only been planned to be a distraction) but you are pleased with yourself none the less. In the murderer’s final seconds of life, he looks up at you, a scowl permanently etched into his face. “This is not the end; you should know I do not act alone. You have only cut of one head of Hydra. Prepare for the wrath of two more!” His eyes close. You gulp. And then you run.

Thats it folks!
Now I must go. Writing is calling me.
Kajsa*

Happy New Year!!

It's the New Year!! Happy New Year!! I have a story for you guys already! I thought I would celebrate 2010, so I fired a party popper. It's contents immediately blew into my face. I thought I had to redeem myself, so I ran inside and grabbed another. I fired it, and there was nothing in it -_-.

~Sigh~

Is this a sign of what is to come in 2010? Only time will tell!

Oh well. Happy New Year ^.^!

Kajsa*