It happened a couple of months ago – in August – when I started noticing some unusual things happening around me. My best friends, Mike and Lisa, have always told me that in specific conditions, like fear and excitement, there is something wrong with my eyes that become the kind of blurred, covered by a light veil of white. I did not pay attention to this until I clearly understood that I am capable of controlling electricity when there is adrenaline in my blood and when my eyes and mind are focused on the source of this electricity.
Mike and Lisa proposed to me to visit an annual fair that takes place nearby our town every August. Although I was under substantial and exhausting mental pressure due to the preparation for my exams the next year – and all the related issues that occurred, starting from my parents’ irritating prompts and my feelings of uncertainty regarding my future – I decided to accept their invitation and hang out for a while. I comprehended that my nerves were taut like a string, and there was a necessity to unwind to an exact extent.
Lisa called me when I was in the middle of an additional course of significant writing and appropriate plot construction. I was trying to make my characters alive and interesting by adding the element of conflict between them (Stages of plot & order and sequence, 2017). However, I could not create anything better than, “he yielded at her, and she started crying.” Lisa did not contribute to the process by saying, “Your characters of love embodiment will wait for you to come back, and the fair will not!” I could not resist this argument and left my lovers undisclosed and awaiting my future literary success.
When we came to this fair, I felt a little bit emaciated but happy that my closest friends took me from my educational routine. Mike, a very expressive and life-enjoying person, immediately started dragging us to the place of genuine life-enjoyment – the room of fear. At this point, it is important to mention that my exhaustion made me over-sensitive to any event, which is important for further narration.
Once we entered the room, I promptly started to feel the dark pressing me and making me petulant. Every silhouette, sound effect, and step were awaking something pulsing inside my chest, sending a creepy tingling sensation in my fingertips. It was almost the end of this torture when an animator in the blood-covered costume of a clown-reaper rose a chainsaw above us. I was too scared of this, but instead of shouting, I subconsciously and unintentionally concentrated on this chainsaw that made a breakage sound and emitted several sparks. The animator was uninjured, and everything and everyone was fine except Mike, who was suspiciously quiet for the rest of the fair and was consuming ice cream all the time.
After this little incident, I started the practice of focusing on various objects and trying to make them something unusual as I felt that the fair’s occasion was not a simple coincidence. I was right! Each object that was electricity-consuming was affected by my visual concentration. I managed to control electricity and even direct it when I visualized this and strained my muscles to an exact extent, compensating for the absence of adrenaline somehow. Subsequently, the practice allowed me to undertake this control with little effort, but I had to wear sunglasses so that my eyes – that become covered by the white veil every time – could not be seen by the public. Mike and Lisa were proud of and supported me, and even created a fan page, promoting me as a superhero. Lately, I met a young man who could climb walls, wore a red-blue costume, and whose name was Peter; but this is another story.
Stages of plot & order and sequence. (2017). In L. Kirszner & S. Mandell (Eds.), Portable literature: Reading, reacting, writing, 9thed (pp. 125-127). Boston, MA: Cengage Learning.