"I do not write because I can, I write because I must." I realised from a very young age that speaking my heart was not an option. I could never find the words to express myself. And telling stories around a campfire was just plain humiliating. So I turned to the blank page; the white expanse of a clean word document to release all the emotions roiling in my young soul. I discovered worlds that I myself could create, I experienced adventures of which I could choose the endings, I created characters who would be my friends for life; I fell in love with the creation of the written word.

As I grew, I realised that the monsters of reality were slowly but surely finding their way into my writings. I never stopped. My stories influenced me, just as the world influenced them. I grew, and so did my work. Now I am 21 and I have seen much in my life that no young person should ever have had to behold. And still I write. I grow. I live.

1. Last Goodbye

Death is an agonizing part of life. I know it, you know it, the whole world knows it. But how was I supposed to tell my baby sister that this time, goodbye would be forever?

Complete - General - Fiction Rated: T - English - Tragedy/General - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,203 - Reviews: 0 - Updated: 10-27-08 - Published: 10-27-08