The hole in the wall was just big enough for my eye. I peeked, but I couldn’t see a thing. Thomas told me to keep looking. Just wait, he said, he’ll show up eventually. The room inside had a bluish color, it reminded me of my grandma’s hair. Did you hear that sound? Thomas whispered into my ear. It’s the sound of the Reaper. Can you hear the footsteps? He’s coming. Thomas kept pushing me towards the wall. Keep looking, he’s coming. I wanted so badly to close my eyes, but it was like I needed to watch what was happening in the room next door. Come on, you’re 12 years old, you can do it. I wanted to tell him to stop pushing me, but I couldn’t, because the sound was so close, and it was coming closer and closer. One, I started counting slowly. Two, I kept my eyes closed. Three, I opened them. Four, and there he was. Joe, the six five, big bearded man, who kidnapped us three hours ago.
Thomas started laughing, it was a chuckling sound. Can you see him? Doesn’t he look scary? What a rush. I can feel the adrenalin pumping. Shh, keep your voice down. Alright, he said, but what do you think our parents are doing right now, do you think they’ve called the cops? Come one, I know you’re having as much fun as I am. Shh. Yes I am, I told him, but keep your voice down. You know that he has killed three boys, and that we’re next. So keep it down. Yeah, but the difference is that this time, we tracked him down, even though we’re on his turf, he won’t have a clue what hit him, and you know that we’re out of his league, right? What’s he doing now? I kept looking, and I knew that Joe had made the hole for us to see, and that the other three boys, and God knows how many others who had been inside this room, had most likely been standing in the same spot as me looking as well. He’s in a chair, and he is holding the biggest knife I’ve ever seen. Wow, this guy is something. How come the cops and the FBI have been looking for him for years? You can tell that he’s a serial killer just by looking at him. I turn and watch Thomas. So, how much time do we have left? He asks me. According to the papers, three more days, unless we want it to end right now. What do you say, are you ready?
What you’ve just read was 20 minutes of writing. I didn’t have a clue what to write about, I didn’t have a plan, I just wanted to write for 20 minutes and that’s all. And I didn’t do any editing at all. I might not be able to use the words for anything, or maybe I will. The thing is, I just love to write, and even though what I’m writing isn’t part of a SEO strategy, or about blogging, or how to earn money online, I believe that the important part is to write every single day. If you keep hustling, something good will eventually happen.