Story starter!

The process took a great deal of time and effort, but doesn’t anything that’s important to us?

Will gently moved the back of his hand across the parchment. He loved the feeling of it against his skin; it was smooth and silky like the fresh water of a spring cascading over his fingers.

Feeling relaxed, Will was a master of his trade. Words came as easily to him as song to a nightingale. The whole experience of writing filled his heart with pure joy, but at the same time Will knew he had to concentrate; he had an important job to do he had to fill up this whole sheet of paper with words but no one knew what words they were they were to blury to see.Will started to stare at it he wanted to do the job quickly but also wanted to do it right,he turned the big peace of paper over and started to right cleary but he wrote something diffrent it said "Help! help! help! help! help! help!" and so on.People asked him questions like "are you ok?" "what do you need help with?" some one even asked "why dont you speak?" but William knew if he spoke a word his future would be ruined so now people didnt do mutch he just caried on writing help for the rest of his life no one knows what caused this but people knew that William wasnt who he was before he was a mime!