This is my first post to this website. I'm not sure how this site works or even if this is the right place to post this, but I figured I would give it a shot! Any feedback would be greatly appreciated, and I am up for any suggestions on how to improve my writing. This is a very short piece of work that I plan on expanding and posting more to later.
Motion. A simple word, a simple concept. Everyone is familiar with motion. In fact, we observe it everyday. From the trees blowing in the wind outside our living room window, to waking up in the morning and stretching our tense muscles, motion is everywhere. But you see, motion is an interesting part of this world. With proper training and understanding, someone such as yourself could learn to take advantage of motion, and bend the energy it creates to your will. Very few people have acquired this talent, mostly because people tend to estrange from those with seemingly uncanny ability. But for those willing to learn the secrets of motion, the benefits can be great. My name is Micheal Kinston, I am a Motion Bender, and this is my story.
My life began as most, birthed from my mother's womb, brought into this world by two loving, caring parents. I loved both of my parents very much, and was greatly depressed when they were both mysteriously killed. We were shopping at the local supermarket, and on the way to the car, a strange man in a hood approached them.
“Give me the ring,” he said, “and I won't kill your boy.” The man then began to sway back and forth, all the while circling his arms around his head.
“I'm sorry sir, but I don't understand,” my mother said. “What ring?”
“Don't play stupid, woman! If you continue to resist, I will kill Micheal without hesitation!”
The man continued to sway, and I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand on end, and my ears popped as the pressure in the air rose. I looked to my father, who had his hand in his pocket. He appeared to be toying with something in his hand. I thought it was his cellphone at first, possibly dialing 911, but the object in his hand seemed too small to be a phone.
“Honey, do something!” shouted my mother. My father turned to look at her, a worried look on his face. He hesitated for a moment, then turned to run away.
The air popped and hissed around the strange man's hands, and he thrust them forward, towards my parents. An invisible wave of energy rushed through my body, and everything went black.
. I liked the intro paragraph though, it made me feel like I was reading old literature. Micheal seems like a very objective man, stating everything matter-of-factly. 
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