Some Writing in Second Person
When I asked for suggestions for blog post topics, Tudda Pudda wasn't the only one who helped me out. Bryleigh from A Little Yarn Blossom came with an awesome idea too.
Writing in second person? Never done that. It's something I've wanted to try for quite a while, but I never did anything with it. Mainly because I didn't have a clue what I should write about in second person. Lcuky for me, Bryleigh helped me out once again. It didn't take long for me to come up with the perfect random person to write about. You see, not long after I tweeted for help, I was tweeting a friend of mine. I was at the bus stop, minding my own business, and all of a sudden there's this lady looking over my shoulder, reading my private tweets!
I admit it, at first I just wanted to hit her on the nose with my cell phone. But as Bryleigh came up with this idea, I thought it'd be pretty interesting to write this lady's background story in second person and with a little paranormal twist!
You're hungry. So hungry. You'd promised yourself you wouldn't do this, but desperate times call for desperate measures.
You're hiding in a dark corner of the tube station. The next train will be here any minute. It's late in the afternoon and the train will be full of commuters and college students on their way home. There will be pushing and shoving as they all want to be the first to reach the bus stop, a mere twenty yards away. But first they'll have to get past you.
You almost fall asleep before the train arrives. The grumbling sound of the train entering the station startles you and you're disoriented for a moment. This has never happened to you before, but then again, things were different before. You used to be able to get a good meal on the corner of every street. But now... You can't even remember the last time you were able to feed off someone. Was it three weeks ago? A month? Maybe even longer ago?
The first people come pouring out of the train, hurrying past you without noticing you're keeping an eye on them from your corner in the shadows. A quick look confirms what you already expected: they don't have what you need. Sure, they all have a few liters of blood, but you're not that kind of vampire. You feed off something more precious than blood: emotions.
None of these people have to burning rage you need to survive, or the overwhelming sadness, the life-ruining envy or the pure happiness that gives you power, that gives you life.
You scan the crowd for signs of pure emotions, but find nothing. Not even a trace of true love. You find them despicable, these people. Their expressionless faces are glued to the screens of their phones, their fingers typing LOL and OMG without actually meaning it. Still that seems to be the place to find emotions these days. Not in the hearts of people, but on the screens of their phones.
You almost give up on finding a victim for today, when something in the crowd catches your eye. A genuine smile. It's splattered across the face of a fairly small girl with blonde curly hair sticking out at weird angles. The green eyes behind her thick glasses are fixated on her smartphone, but the smile is genuine.
As the girl slowly makes her way to the bus stop, you decide to follow her. The girl is in her late teens, not an ideal victim, since these girls seem to fake emotions even more than others, but this one seems promising. You can already feel her happiness in the air around you, as if it's tickling you.
The girl stops at the bus stop and you quickly come closer, entering her personal space and aura. The spiritual force field around her knocks the air out of you. You hadn't expected this. What's going on with this girl? You bring your head closer to hers and sniff the air and aura around her. Happiness, yes, but withc a much stronger undercurrent of... is that fear you smell?
It is. It's been a while since you've encountered this combination.
You peek over the girl's shoulder and quickly read the words on her screen. There's no fear in her words, just happiness... but not as strong as in her aura.
You sniff the air once again and realize there's more to this girl than you'd thought. There's happiness and fear, but also a bit of bitterness, a whole lot of confusion, pain and a trace of hope.
This is it, you realize. This is what you were looking for. Someone who lives both in the real and in the virtual world. You have to act quickly, before the bus comes. You inch closer to the girl, close enough to be able to read the conversation she's having on her phone. You're about to plunge your teeth into the soft flesh of her neck as she spins around.
Her aura changes instantly, you notice. There's anger in it now. Not just ordinary anger. Anger fuelled by years of frustration and pain.
You back away. 'Sorry, I wanted to know what time the bus leaves and I couldn't read the sign from here,' you tell her.
At that moment the bus arrives. The girl throws you a furious look, the types a message to her friend. You don't have to see it to know what it says: 'Some random stranger just read our entire conversation.'
The girl gets on the bus, but keeps her eyes on you. You grin and wave. 'I'll get you some day,' you mouth at her. All color fades from the girl's face and hear eyes become wide with fear. Then the bus takes off.
***
It's been a week since you saw the girl. You haven't seen her since, but you're sure you'll see her soon. She will be back. And then... Then all her feelings will be yours.
And that concludes my first time writing something in second person. When I started writing this, I had no idea what I was doing. I also changed some stuff. The Tube station where this happened doesn't have dark corners for example. Maybe not every part of it makes perfect sense, but it was fun to write. Let me know what you think in the comments and if you want me to write about something random, let me know that too!
Stay Awesome!
11 Fellow Ramblers
"Oh, what a nice story about an ordinary lady at the bus stop". That was what I was thinking at the start then BAM vampire?! :') this was really enjoyable, and I felt like it worked best in second person. Well done!
ReplyDeleteHahaha, I don't do ordinary :P
DeleteThanks for the compliment :) I had no idea what I was doing with this second person thing, to be honest.
Second person is the hardest out of all of the narratives to write for me, only because I don't know whether to speak in past or present tense at times so I keep switching back and forth. :D Nice story!
ReplyDeletexoxo Morning
Thank you :)
DeleteI understand what you mean, though I only found it hard to write this in past tense. It just wouldn't work and I'd switch to present. In the end I just kept it in present, easier for everyone :)
BWHAHAHAHAhahahahahahaha xD xD
ReplyDeleteThis,this is it xD
So what happened next? :P
*Clears throat*
How did your friend react to this?
*Clears throat* *ehem ehem*
What happened next? Well, I talked about it with my friend and in the end we concluded that curiosity was going to get this woman killed. When I told him I'd probably kill her before curiosity did if she kept reading my texts, he decided my middle name should be Curiosity XD
DeleteDo you need something for that cough? Doesn't sound very good :P
YES THIS IS GREAT!! I feel inspired, now I'm going to write.
ReplyDeletexx
Thank you! :)
DeleteTHAT was EPIC!! *wishes capitalized letters would grow bigger*
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Hahahaha, thanks ^-^
DeleteJust found your blog and I love it. I have read 3 of your posts. I can see you have passion for writing you are the type of blogger that inspires me each and every day to write my own blog. This blog post in awesome. You have given my blog post ideas. Keep doing what your doing don't stop and I am sure your blog will be so successful in the future. Going to go read more of your posts now byexx
ReplyDeleteI solemnly swear that I am up to no good! Wait, no, I mean: I solemnly swear that I will answer each and every comment ;)