Prologue

   Crazy I hear them call me. Me, crazy? Oh they don't know the half of it. Because of what my impulsiveness drove me to. The crime. Yes, the crime. I'll get to that in a minute...now where was I?  Oh yes. This crime led me to a prison with no bars and no windows. A prison where even a mouse couldn't get inside. Twenty-four seven my arms are wrapped around me like a person was trying to hug themselves. It's always so quiet that you can even hear the smallest crumb drop from a piece of bread. Some people call this a mad house, but I say keeping people locked in places like this is what makes them so messed up like they are. It isn't how there parents treated them when they were younger, or how they got made fun of at school. Oh no, it certainly wasn't that. Now I know your probably wondering how such a calm, sane person made it here. Well have a seat and pay close attension because it's going to be a long story.

Reviews

[CLCurrie]

I agree with Scott, that and I'm lazy and don't care to write alot. But i do enjoy it.

[Scott W. Martin]

Good start. Kind of small for a prologue, in itself, but it does grab my (the readers) attention; which is always important. Aside from a few spelling mistakes (their not there) it's good. (I make the same mistakes all the time so please don't think that because I caught that I feel like I'm better than you. It's simply that I noticed it, and so will others.) I'll be looking forward to more.