You stare at it. It stares back. To much, to much of it! It's unbeatable. It takes over your mind, causing it to freeze and go blank. Your fingers are frozen, forever poised in position. You hear nothing, think nothing, do nothing but stare. You hate this with all your heart. You take a breath and everything begins to move. Now you can think and you know what to do. Your fingers move.

To write that first sentence.

-The first sentence is a pain. You have to make it good, short, mind-catching all at once! No wonder most of my story's remain in my head..-
~SO