2 February 2013
Pencil, paper, eraser in hand.
Words are now at my command.
The letters start to become a story, full of magic and full of glory.
A smile spreads across my face
as I'm transported to a wonderful place.
But then, the tip of my pencil breaks!
Woe is me! Why must I go through such pain?!
Oh wait, I can just sharpen it again.
For just a moment, I stare at the sky.
This part always makes me cry.
Will the hero live or will they die?
With great bravery and courage the monster is slain!
The hero faced all and the princess is saved!
The story has ended and so has the fight.
My eyes begin to fill up with tears.
It's done, after all these years.
No reason to be sad, I have plenty of other stories to write!
When I write • Opuss № I