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*