• And his life on these very pieces of papers came to life. Jessica sat there to read the things that were written, and she slipped away into the story. Its as if it was really happening right before her very eyes.

    It almost read out like a storybook. This was a story of a Dead Writers Hand.

    As he got up for the day ahead he stretched out his arms towards the ceiling and yawned softly. Then he stood up from the bed and turned towards it to flatten out his sheets. He then walked towards the bathroom that was located in his master bedroom. He leaned into the faucet in the bathtub and turned the hot water on full blast. The room quickly filled up with the mist from the hot water. He quickly took his clothes off and turned on the shower then jumped in. The water was hot and the steam flooded off his body. It hit his back like a soft massage; it indeed got him relaxed yet ready for the day ahead.

    Soon enough he got out of the shower and turned it off quickly. He wrapped a towel around his wet waste and walked into his bedroom. It felt so empty there no one there to share his neither bed nor home. He peeked over to the empty bed wishing she were there. He walked slowly to the closet to get his clothes, and then quickly put them on and walked out of his room.

    This man was named Ben; he lived a quiet life in a small town. Although he didn’t have a girlfriend or a wife he loved his life there. He had great wonderful friends there to keep him company. Jessica, and Isabella were the closest friends he had, and he cared about them both dearly. Then there was the guys of the group Matt and Steven. They seemed to all be very close friends, always doing something with each other.

    Ben finished up his breakfast of toast and eggs, then grabbed his keys and walked out his front door. He watched as a few kids ran across the sidewalk with their small dog. He loved kids, and they seemed to always be around the neighborhood, he sort of watched out for them. As he took in the sights and smells of springtime he took a deep breath and walked over to his vehicle. He had an old beat up truck, which actually ran like a charm. At least that’s what he liked to think of it. He noticed Isabella, who lived across the way. He yelled out to her saying hello and she screamed back at him waving. Ben stepped into the truck and started his engine. He slowly back out of his drive way and looked for the small children that usually ran around the neighborhood, last thing he needed was an accident like that. Once everything was cleared he took off down the road. He was headed to Jessica’s home, they usually hung out at the park or some place else.

    He soon enough got to her place and he honked the horn a few times. She didn’t respond so he stepped out of his truck and slammed his door shut. He walked up to the door slowly and knocked a few times waiting for a reply.