When I was younger I started writing a whole load of stories. Usually I’d carry them through a few chapters then give up and leave them to sit around on my computer. Sometimes they’d even get up to ten chapters. Boredom does crazy things to my imagination.
Anyway, that’s not what I wanted to talk about specifically. Lately I’m a little dry on inspiration and thought that perhaps I should try my hand at writing again. I’m not professionally trained, neither do I want to make it my job. I just like to write as a hobby. I suppose my favourite things to write about are drama and sci-fi. Sometimes I dabble in surrealism.
Would it be worthwhile if every now and then I updated my blog with a chapter or short story? Or would that seem dull? I’ve read that big bodies of text online often intimidate users who prefer to ’scan’ and pick up the gist. Then again, it will definitely motivate me to improve my writing style so it is concise but descriptive.
How about I give you guys an excerpt and afterwards we’ll have a vote.
The computer screen was still proudly announcing how my website had been recently updated. Amidst the silent stillness of it all something was amiss. There was an electric atmosphere in the room as though there was a thunder storm inside my grubby house. The screen had started moving. It was subtle at first and I thought that maybe I was seeing things but then it became apparent. My screen was talking to me…
“Who are you?” It said, although it didn’t say it in an audible manner. It just stood statically on the screen in the form of text. It seemed to float above everything else.
As I reached out to touch it my fingers sank millimetres into the monitor. I cursed myself for not being selective when I acquired the screen. Thinking I’d broken the surface I tried to withdraw. But I was under a spell, fixated; becoming one with the screen against my will. My speakers buzzed with interference, as thought I was receiving an incoming mobile message. My breathing, even the light beaming in front of me moved in slow motion. Before I knew what was happening I inhaled sharply and realised my hand had sunk into the display and reached through to another place.
I was touching what felt like a face.
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