Short Story : ' Story Telling ' Essay

1097 Words Aug 20th, 2015 5 Pages
Story-telling is something that has always come naturally to me. Ever since I could talk I would weave tales to my parents, brother, or anyone else who would listen to me. I always had a story to tell. Once I learned how to write, my fingers were always moving frantically with the need to release all of the imaginary worlds built up inside of me. As I grew older, my fingers stopped moving so much and the imaginary worlds stopped wanting to be let out. The need to write was always there though, bubbling beneath the surface. I am the youngest child of two with an age gap of three years. Growing up with an older sibling forced me into a competition that I never signed up for. Nothing I have done has ever been comparable to what he is able to do, except for writing. Writing has been my comfort throughout my life, something that is a constant in a whirlwind of variables. The rush of pride that I get when somebody reads something I wrote and likes it is comparable to nothing else in my life. Despite the comfort it gives me, I do not write seriously much. I have found that most times I sit down to write something with more feeling behind it than a school assignment, I freeze up and no words come out. I am not sure why this happens, but I do know that when I unfreeze, thousands of words flow out easily and are able to create a beautiful world. These are the times that remind me why I enjoy writing so much and why I continue sitting down in front of a computer day after day. My…

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