It stares at me. Waiting for me to write something. I pick up my pen and bring it towards the page. The page mocks me, knowing I don't know what to write. I write a few words and it laughs. It's telling me I can't write, my words are garbage. I cross them out. I start to think. It's still staring at me, still mocking me. I try to think of a good idea, but I can't, not with it staring at me like that. "Stop it! Just give me a minute to think already!" I think to myself, but it doen't stop. It's still looking at me, waiting for me to write something, something stupid that it can make fun of. The pressure! I can't think! And then suddenly it hits me, and I begin to write:
It stares at me........

Great.strong.start!!!!MORE

Very good start, great visual images! MORE! :)