"Words"

(An Original Story - about words )

    

" Words have saved my life, at a young age of ten"....   

Words, I see and hear words in my head. with my voice is narrating the poem and story through me

telling me what to do what to say what to write and whispering to me giving me themes

and phrases in my ears, making me stare at a blank screen on my laptop. And the words just had come out of my head is like a cloud that had started to rain had become a storm with words like lightening had struck every page, with my fingers are typing like sounds of thunder crack by every key on the laptop word I hit turns into a poem and story. Another world, the way that I see in my head. With words that makes sense and with characters telling me to tell their story, feeling trapped with thoughts and ideas spilling to spell as my mind starts to drift away; as I begin to write 

Thoughts, themes and phases just had come and spilling out of my mind into titles, but never the story. As I have the idea in my laptop but I couldn't have the story then the idea

just turn just a thought, which I have (the joys of being a writer) then I have to get my story set straight. And just finish something, and have it done then out there for some one to read. And some -one  to see. What I have to be that writer that I dream to be, "there is no such thing as a bad story -

because there is always a good story". Out there to write even for everyone

Ideas/ What If's, What if  my idea/ or a thought becomes another dimension, where everything is my way. And exactly what I see in my head'

A Simple of a story 

                       

Beginning;

 I began writing when I was ten years old, just sitting at the table

 and staring at a blank sheet of paper 

C'mon think, Zoey think I said to myself I knew there is a story

to be told. Then the words appeared out of no where

out of my head. And this is what it said  

       

Middle

My words had saved my life and I don't know how

it did it's the words had spilled out of my head, that turns into a

net and dropped me as I was sliding on

the alphabet water slide. and dropped me

in a sea of words with the waves pushing me to

the beginning middle and end,

and here is a story that is ready to be sent. 

End

 I hope you like the story how my words

had saved me and my voice  has a chance

to reach out, when it's just me writing to let my voice

out and free

The End  

  

      

                    

                           

 

 

      

  

                  

                                                                           

   

"Goals"

 What do I want to be when I grow up? I have a list of things I would  like to do. In my life, most people know of what they like to do but "Me".  When I was young I've always want to be a "basketball player". I tried to do the Special Olympics basketball but I have flat feet, (crossed basketball off of the list). Maybe a dancer, I did some "Tap- Dance"  lessons when I was six years old. But tap is a hard - dance to learn. When I was overweight  and the shoes hurt my feet, (There goes being a dancer)

I've  tried  to be more involved with doing things with my hands. When I was about seven I  began playing the piano. I learned only two songs, but I gave up too easy. Because I have small hands

and having a hard time' stretching my figures to fit the key's. (At least I tried) till I cross  everything on my list, besides there are some things I wanted to do and try other things, so I made another list for myself.  I wrote down  I love music so I picked up "The Guitar".  And I stick to it, I learned and -
memorized songs from Elvis Presley' Love Me Tender and Can't help falling in love.

And Jailhouse- rock, "Acting". I always have a love for acting on stage doing musicals learning about the theater singing and dancing, and being on the crew. "Traveling"  I love to travel' I -do traveling around the world; with my family going on vacation and friends even I love to do the group work camps. Through my church during the summer once a week, I have a lot of fun doing that, the other goal I have in mind is working at  a "Movie Theater" ,  at the Marcus Saukville theater. So I turned that goal into a job, I love the movies ripping the tickets. Cleaning

and everything. And the friends I make, and the two other goals "Reading" I love reading  I had read over 24 books. By one book for a week maybe I'll be a "Writer" I love writing making my own poems, and stories. And  I have great ideas for stories and books and my own words and plays writing for me it's a  dive through of my imagination, and something to hold my own thoughts and ideas down on paper. 

I believe in everyone has their own goals  

and ideas of their own. Of what they want to do 

in their lives, and we share in one common goal 

 to be successful. As my "goals", did for me 

 

"Everyone deserves, to be successful in their own way, we can find that common

goal together"...