Okay, so I have to give this short story to my teacher tomorrow and I decided to use a new writing technique. I (as you will see) used the word "and" to an exaggerated extent. Basically I want to know if I suck and should just start over without using a new technique haha. Oh, and what do you think it’s about? [: Thank you!

I don’t know what I’m looking for and I’m alone and cold and scared in this old house and I don’t know why. The fire is out and the snow is pouring down the chimney and its freezing my bare feet. Maybe if I open my stinging eyes I will find what I’m looking for and I can leave this place and go home. But if I open my eyes I know I’ll see what I’m scared of in front of me. Besides, I don’t even know what I’m looking for in this awful place. I reach to the left and my hand bumps and old lamp and it falls to the floor and glass goes everywhere and my feet are cut. Dust is flying through the air now and it’s going up my nose and I cant help but choke. I scrunch my face and try to keep the dust away from the dark circles under my eyes and I know I look a hundred years older than I am but who are you to judge?
I can’t take it anymore and I open my eyes and I see a monster and I have to scream and I tumble over the sofa behind me. I go heels-over-head and my face hits the ground with a sickening jolt and I want to scream again, but what if someone finds me? I still don’t know what I’m looking for and I know I have to find it before what I’m scared of can find me and steal what I have to find. I look in front of my nose and I see a box under the sofa and I pick it up and it’s locked. I don’t know why it was under there and I don’t know what’s inside of it but I know it’s what I’m looking for. So I trudge through the snow in my bare feet and get to the fireplace and I grab the ash shovel and I run back to the box but it’s gone. I look everywhere and I can’t find it and I know I have to and I’m running out of time.
I see a little truck run across the floor and I know what I have to do so I hit it with the shovel and a clump of tinfoil shoots across the room and I chase it and I catch it. I open it and little powdered white crystals fall into my hands like flower petals and I dance and laugh in victory. I lift the foil to my sunken in face and I inhale sharply and I know why I’m here and why I’m afraid. I look back to the fireplace and I realize that the snow has stopped pumping and butterflies have taken the snow’s place and there are dead butterflies all over my feet. One lands on my face and I smile with my black teeth and my skin starts to itch and I scratch my face and the butterfly’s wings crumble under my chewed-off fingernails. My skin won’t stop itching and it starts to crawl like I’m full of bugs and I can’t breathe and I feel too hot and my chest hurts and I feel sweaty and on fire and my body is shaking and I just want to sleep and I can’t remember why I’m here. White circles are in my eyes and they’re everywhere I look and they’re getting bigger and now I can’t see.
I don’t know why I’m here but there’s something I need to find. I can’t see now and it feels like I’m falling and I hit my head again I think and now I’m lost and it’s white and I think the snow coming through the chimney again. My stomach turns and I can’t help it and I throw up on the floor and I’m sweating too much and I’m too tired and I have to find it but I have to close my eyes and now I’m lightheaded and I’m shaking and I can smell fire and brimstone and now I can feel the cold snow covering me and I’m cold and I can’t move. I don’t know what I’m looking for and I’m alone and cold and scared in this old house and I don’t know why.
No, I’ve never used openoffice.org…

the whole thing is kinda cool cuz its weird (in a good way!) because you dont know whats going on. i think you should definitely use a new technique! hearing "and" and "but" over and over and over again made it difficult to continue reading.. besides that you have a good idea there!