It’s quiet. Not that quiet however with the occasional sounds of cars passing by,
sometimes children playing and screaming, and planes flying overhead. However the silence
is so loud that I can hear the keyboard tappings and my teeth grinding.
My brain hacks its way to try to find the perfect words, to just type it all out and move
on, but distractions still happen even though it is silent, so I stop and just retreat to my bed;
closed my eyes and let myself drift my mind away.
I can hear the songs that I have been listening to for quite a while; play in my head,
fantasies of stories that I have grown to cherish alignes with those songs; an endless loop.
So many different concepts and ideas to play around like recipes. I attempt to visualize
them, despite the lack of a clear image, I view the story as a spectator, but also mimic the
character’s feelings. This is how I unintentionally make myself cry in the real world.
I come back to my senses, then I wonder why do I do this to myself for no reason.
“They don’t exist, you can’t keep wasting time like this” I say this to myself over and over
again, but it’s just too hard to stop; its too late as I have already been engulfed by the black
hole. Its just so addictive! No matter its form; whether it is a show, movie, book, narrative
video games, comics, music etc. There is always a story being told, and anytime I stumble on
a particularly exquisite piece of fiction. It somehow becomes the thread that holds my
personage altogether, at least temporarily before I move on to something new.
Then comes the dreaming or more specifically daydreaming, whenever I am
hyperfixatied on a particular content, my brain enters the spiral of what ifs , I listen to
elongated rants of theories, speculations, thoughts, and feelings, of that specific content,
then I wonder; what would I do and think? How would I make this story interesting? How do I
explain my perspective of this world?
My body shivers of excitement to the point I again struggle to do my schoolwork; until
I saw the notification that a new chapter has been updated!
Screw it
I immediately closed the tab I was working on, and clicked the notification. I told
myself that its a short chapter and I can finish it fast, but little did I know that the right-side of
the brain would be plotting a scheme to end the left-side of the brain.
Here I was again, stuck in a swirling loop of imaginations and ideas surrounding this
useless piece of fiction that has absolutely no ties to the real world. No, it is useless to them,
but for me, that is my lifeline.
My hands tremble again, this time I couldn’t tell if it was from the cold or my strange
increase in serotonin levels, but I opened youtube, and searched these exact words
“beautiful haunting yet powerful instrumentals” although my search results weren’t exactly
what I was hoping to listen, I let the music play as I let my fingers glide through the keyboard
keys and let time pass by mindlessly.
Almost two hours later, my fingers stopped and I looked at the computer screen. A
whooping word count of 3219, way more than the suggested word count on the rubric, I was
done with my narrative writing.
Suddenly, it wasn’t quiet anymore, I hear the rice cooker whistle a deafening sound,
my mom yells at me upstairs to come down for dinner. I still pretend to be deaf and kept
staring at the manfesitation of my outgoing daydreams. That is when I realized, this is the
first time that I was ever invested in a school assignment.
That assignment… was a test of my storytelling skills.
Revising the Essay
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This has to be like a story, and I am the main character
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The beginning of the story should set up a scene, I am in a dream and I
describe it something that is magical
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Remember that I have write how I overcome a struggle
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The struggle could be how I have a fear of driving, and I explain how driving is
something every teenager looks forward to and is able to get a hang of it in no
time, but that’s not the case for me because I experienced a car accident and
I have a fear, but I still try to push myself because that is my first step of
independence and at the same time I will be more in tuned with reality
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The main theme I have in mind is that change is inevitable, In order for you to
grow, I have to let go of my desired eternal state which are my imaginations
and move forward
“What is your favorite music?” That has always been a common question to ask