Rating: K, G
Character(s): Ghost Writer
Pairing(s): None
Genre: General
Warning/notes: None.
Words: 413
Ghost Writer looked at the Blank piece of paper before him and smiled. This was everything to him. A fresh sheet of paper before him, and unbidden mind full of ideas, That was what his after life was all about. He grabbed his pen and started to write.
I dare you...
I dare you to feel the sun on
your skin, and the wind in your hair.
I dare you to hear.
To truly listen, and understand others.
I dare you to touch.
To touch and really feel the texture of things.
I dare you to taste.
To savor every flavor, and either enjoy or hate it.
I dare you to smell.
To inhale every scent, to separate and identify each and every one.
I dare you to see.
To watch things as they play out, with vision unclouded by hate or fear.
To see things as they truly are.
I dare you to feel emotions to their fullest, never suppressed.
To feel love when your lover holds you in their arms.
To feel hate when your enemy hits you.
To feel joy and sadness.
I dare you to act on your emotions.
To show you love.
To show your unbidden hate.
To smile, to frown.
To cry and to laugh.
I dare you to do things on a
spur of a moment.
To do things that would be considered 'improper' or 'wrong' that you want to do none the less.
I dare you think, to wonder.
To ask "What If".
To think for yourself and not to follow someone blindly.
I dare you to forget about the rules of society and live how you want.
I dare you to care less of what others think, and more on what you feel.
I dare you to admit your fear.
To know why you fear what ever it is you do, and to conquer your fear.
I dare you to stand up for what you believe, even if your the only who believes in it.
I dare you to not regret.
To never feel ashamed of what you did.
To never let others drag you down because you did something they did not believe in.
I dare you to Live.
I dare you to be Free.
Ghostwriter smiled as he set his pen down and looked at his creation. This, this was why he stayed and did not move on, because of all the wonderful ideas welling up inside him, begging to be wrote.
