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Ginger Hallo! I'm Ginger. Maybe you already knew that. Or maybe you didn't. Anyway, you know now, so the rest does not matter. Or does it?
They say I'm the only sane person living here. I wonder if they're right. Who're they, you ask? Well, the Webgibberer, I guess, and everyone who believes her. Don't ask me if you should believe her, because then I may let slip something I oughtn't to have mentioned. Oops. I haven't already said it, have I?

Webgibberer's Note: You may believe what Ginger says. Except what she hinted about me. Hoola!

Topic of the Month: The Second Person

Have you ever found it strange that stories usually are in either the first or the third person? The narrator either tells a story about herself or about someone else, but never about YOU. Well, maybe not never. But rarely.

It does make sense, in one way. You are the person listening to the story. You probably would not like it if someone told you all about yourself, truth or lies. You might ask how he presumed to believe he knew anything about you.

Imagine opening a book and reading this:


Hello! Let me introduce yourself to you.

You do not know much about your birth, but you believe it happened sometime between the two world wars. The fact that you still do not have a beard had, indeed, puzzled you for a while, but only until you understood you were female. After that it not only made sense but also relieved you.

Your favourite day of the week is Monday. That is because it is the day of the Moon, and you feel you have a special bond with the moon. The moon is round and shiny, which is just the way you like your silver coins to be. The moon comes out at night, and so does your true nature. People associate the moon with werewolves, and you harbour a strong suspicion that your pet dog is a werewolf in disguise. And most important of all, the moon is never the same from one night to the next, and neither are you.

Your favourite colour is orange. You have no idea why.

You despise history. You believe that if the world wars hadn't surrounded your birth like that, you would have been younger.
You love rules. You particularly enjoy breaking them, especially if they are important ones. But when you grow desperate, breaking even minor rules cheers you up considerably. You like to be different.

Yesterday, you had an unusual dream. You dreamt that you had turned into a computer and a maniac was abusing your keyboard. You woke up to find that you had fallen off your bed and were lying on a pin you had dropped last week to test the silence level of your room. The dream forced you to think about yourself. You decided that you had to change yet again. And this morning you set about doing so.


And so it goes on. Did you like it? I did, but only because I wrote it. If you liked it, feel free to write your own version of this opening. Or continue from where I have stopped. And don't forget to send your writing to me. I will love it. And so will you. Especially if you pretend you are writing to that one person you like least in the world?

Hey, I don't have any such person. Don't look at me like that.

Love,
Ginger.

PS: I'd like to hear from you, too. So reply here.
I'm waiting!

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