Creative Writing

These past days I have been trying to use my time more productively and creatively. I have always been afraid of being creative, because I feel like I am not good enough. Before I started studying English literature at University I had always participated in the competitions that had to do with math, chemistry and sports. I have always been a bookworm but have never written anything.

Plus I've been organizing a Creative Writing Contest at our department so it got me thinking that I should try to write something. So last Monday when we had the students' session of creative writing I wrote something...

In the library

My favorite place to be. Surrounded by all the stories I have read and all those I am going to read. It give me hope. Hope that I can conquer all. Because when I am there, I am myself. I don't have to be the responsible eldest, a perfect Christian, or a smart student... I am me. Me, with the dreams, desires, full of hope.
The smell. I love this smell. The smell of the old books mixed with the new ones. Old ones representing everything that has happened, the new one everything that is awaiting me. Endless possibilities and opportunities. I feel like I can do whatever I want. But not only that. I can achieve all  of my goals.
Although I am young, my story is worth reading, hearing about. My life matters. Just like the lives of all the authors present in their writings. Because any book I pick to read next, I know that there is going to be something worth learning about. Even how not to write. Because every voice counts and matters. So does mine.