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Writing in high school?

I read on two of my friend's blogs about writing essays in high school. (oh, you know who you are. LOL) And it made me want to write about my own essays in high school.

I enjoyed writing so much. It was fun. Creating worlds and characters that didn't exist. It was like walking into a whole different world where you were the god.

Everything was your whim and fancy.
Creating characters just to kill them off. (I know I'm a cruel person. LOL)
Weaving plots together.
Creating whole new worlds up.
It was just incredible.

I loved writing so much.

And as a student, there was a lot of essays to write in high school.

Honestly, even though my essays were good, my teachers hated them.


Because my stories were not happy, clean or filled with moral values.
I liked putting death, torture and despair in my stories.

My teachers would frown and tell me to stop.
And I would laugh, saying no.

I remember, at that time, my favourite was writing about these two girls who were orphans.
They watched their family die and there was nothing they could do.
I traumatized them.
But I gave them each other. Friends to each other. Two orphans.
And they fought to protect each other, not wanting to lose anyone else more.

I like giving my characters a perfect life and then, ruin it by turning everything upside down and see how they survive.
I still do.

And my teachers may still look at me and frown.
One even asked why did I love these themes?

It's not that sadness, despair and death makes me happy.
But it's despite that.
Watching the characters grow, get stronger and survive.
That is what makes it beautiful.

I am not sorry for writing those themes. ever.

My friend said writing is a way of escaping or releasing their emotions.
That's true.

Even if the story is completely fictional. Even if the world is completely made out of fantasy.

I have only written fictional fantasies.

And even then, there are traces of my real feelings in there even though it looks completely unrelated.

I still love writing and I will continue to write.


miss.yuuka said…
Reminds me of my school days. I used to write fiction when it comes to essays in exams. Some of them were fantasy or had a setting in old England.. and then it involved death, angst, happiness and ultimately: life.

Gosh, I miss writing fiction for the masses. Since university, I've been writing technical papers it's not even funny anymore. Filled with theories and research and analysis that I hardly remember how to start a story with a gripping opener.

I hope that I'll get back on track one both my Senior Projects are done and I'm waiting for graduation. =P Just a couple of months, I think I can wait. And then I think I can start to write again just the way I love... to my heart's content.
文儀 said…
lol, refer to be previous comment of this post, well i guess my academic essays life had began.

And I'm not sure if it will ends after my graduation.

Anyway,now only I realize although I was the only one writing tragic settings in my secondary school at my time, there are still lot more people doing the same out there without my knowledge.

I notice my friends and I used to mention each other quite frequently in our blog posts, it's good to mention others words accompany with origin of theory or ideas or feelings.

My lecturer called it intellectual property, by doing so we avoid the occasion of academic malice.

well, i have to stop. I don't even know what I was writtng now.
Happy "Sam" said…

No problem ~
Enjoy it ~

hehe !~

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