Author's Note: And here it is, as I promised many of you! This is the start of my short, multi-chapter fic for Inception. This one will be much darker than my two one-shots and I hope to keep it in the T rating, but who can tell from here?
I'd like to say now that I am amazed at how much attention my stories have been getting over the last several days. I've had a perma-grin on my face the whole weekend. But one thing I would like to mention is how many people I can see are reading my stories and favoriting and/or setting alerts to them. And this makes me very happy. What makes me so disappointed is the fact while I have had more than 3000 visitors in the last 5 days, I've only had a handful of reviews.
Reviews are what let an author know that people are out there, reading, enjoying (or not enjoying) what they write. While, usually I will write regardless, reviews do effect whether or not I post them for others other than close friends to read on my blogs.
So, with this in mind, please read and enjoy and leave a review!
Within each of us is the potential.
The potential to create, to destroy.
The baited breath that can fuel empires, rallies of people, and a drive that can tip even the most balanced person off the cliff of sanity.
Potential is the ground, the rich fertilizer that can nurture the most basic pieces of our minds: ideas.
Also, potential is wasted if it isn't given a proper idea. Ideas and potential go hand in hand. Even if one has the most brilliant idea, they will go nowhere without promising potential and a passionate drive.
And, just as we see potential and ideas as beneficial, whether to ourselves or to others, they can also be a downfall and a deadly poison.
The potential that fuels ideas can run through our veins, infecting us and feeding on our deepest dreams our lightest hopes and the pit of our fears.
And when we let ourselves become off guard, even for that small moment of false security, it is then that this poison strikes and strangles. This weed can take the victim to Hell, a personal purgatory to relive over and over, day by day. The images, the sounds, the smells, the emotions running on overdrive. They can trap you until the only real escape is Death.
And only if one is lucky can they truly escape the haunting passion of their own mind in eternal rest.
A/N:
This is a small taste of what's to come. I will post a chapter tomorrow evening. With this, I just wanted to tease you a bit. Chapters will be much longer than this, promise.