What frightens you?
What makes you cry?
The things that go bump in the night?
Or something considerably larger?

Every person has a story. A different story. A story waiting to be told, gathering at the back of our mouths or itching beneath the thin skin of our fingers. Waiting, wanting, needing to be told. Some are terribly romantic, or romantically terrible. Pain, sorrow, beauty. All stories. All different. All special, unique. And all waiting to be told.

Over the next 100 days, I'll tell you bits and pieces of my story. A story that beings before my birth, condemning me to a childhood of misery. A story that is unfolding even as the clock ticks down the seconds.

100 days.
My thoughts.
My words.
My story.
My dreams.
Me.

PerfectImperfection.

A.N: This idea is not mine. It and my permission to use came from CarouselChorus and before her, HeartsStarsandBrokenBones. Go check them out and send them lots of candy. It's 100 words for 100 days - the challenge thing. I'll do more/less than 100 words though, because I don't work well with limits. And it won't necessarily be prose or poetry - just writing. My goal is to write every day for 100 days.