Her beauty is like a seeping poison. It spreads through your veins; maddening, soothing, electric. It's alive, breathing and wriggling and slimy and sticky, slipping through your fingers like a pile of maggots. Twenty-one hours I knew her; one thousand two hundred and sixty minutes and she had me under her spell; seventy-five thousand, six hundred seconds and she has landed me in this prison.

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This is my first try at this. Let's see how it goes.

Okay! I need help, because I think I have a pretty awesome start here (then again, that's coming a person that opted to call herself "TheMegalomaniac"), but I can't seem to continue my story. Can you?
Hopefully you can, because that's what I want you to do! Change the style it's written, the perspective, the (lack of) setting, basically anything that hasn't already been said and set in stone... Well, not stone. But it's on the Internet already.
The next chapter's title should be "The --- Hour". You can skip hours and whatever you want, but don't repeat hours!

updated Nov 30 '11 by TheMegalomaniac