The Black Glove

The ground is thinning under my feet as I take the slow deadly steps to the glimmering shadow infront of me. One. is whispered into me ear as i get closer and closer to something that could possibly take my life. Two i hear it again this time I quickly turn with a whip of my arm, to find blank air and white, glowing shadows closing in on what i have left of my fear. Taking small, short breathes I feed for air. Clean air. Clean of this smell. But what is this smell. Salty, tart, rich...damp. Three, but no longer is it a faint whispered but like it was directly to my ear. "

WAIT... PAUSE... I really don't know what to write about because I'm so not inspired right now. BUT, if you think I that this was a good beginning then comment on what this story should be about. I think my fisrt story should be what my viewers want. So I know what to write about. SO PLEASE COMMENT.

The very first one

Now I know not a lot of people like to reading blogs about how things are going wrong in their life. " Omg, everything went wrong today!" or " Why didint they say hi to me today..." or "I just cant believe this happened to me today", blah, blah, blah...
WELL LOOK PEOPLE no one cares! (or some might) BUT I DON'T AND SO DO PLENTY OF OTHER PEOPLE!
So I'm writing a story blog about things that I have actually experienced. Yay, yah, its about me. I know, but these stories won't feature me but other characters with more intriguing details. So If you don't like my first story WELL LEAVE THE DAMN WEBSITE... sike just kiddin witcha . If you don't like it then leave a comment on what you want to hear. Me loves feedback from my audience.