Literacy Narrative

My Character Development

Ever since I can remember, I hated reading and writing. I would find any excuse to get out of reading. I couldn't get into reading. The minutes felt like hours when I had to read a book. The only books I dared to read were the "Goosebumps" novels by R. L. Stine.                                                                          

I wouldn't read anything else. That was if I did read in the first place. I couldn't write, and I refused to write in the first place.

I never really got into writing until I began fourth grade. My fourth grade teacher gave us some goofy assignment that included us making up a story about a magical world or something like that. I sighed at the thought of this assignment but as I began writing all these ideas rushed into my head and I couldn't take my pencil off the paper. By the end of the writing session I had written five pages, which would probably be about two pages with college rule paper. My teacher looked at me and smiled. I felt so accomplished.

Later that night I wrote a second chapter to the chapter I wrote earlier that day. I know I didn't have to but I wanted to. It was a pleasure to write (unlike that quote from Fahrenheit 451, "It was pleasure to burn"). I didn't just write a chapter two, I wrote much more; about twelve more chapters. It was only for me to read but I did feel accomplished after doing that.

I changed the name of the series to "Secrets" because of how many mysteries I placed in the series. Having a child mentality at the time I believed everyone could be a good person so at the end of the book I eventually made everyone a good citizen.

After I had finished that, I just stopped. There was nothing else for me to write except for homework assignments.

I was blank, I had no more ideas. My mind was a blank space, just like purgatory.

It was a lonely playground. The swings kept swinging but no ideas were flowing. It was a sad poem I could never utter from my lips.


                       ~Blank Space~
                      My mind is blank
               It used to be a word bank
              Now it's just a blank space
              Now I'm just a basket case
                I'm all alone in my mind
       Now I know what it feels to be blind


I didn't write much after that. I did homework assignments but that was it. I didn't read for fun, I didn't write for fun, it was all academic. School made me not want to write so much. It made writing a chore. It was a chore I didn't want to do.

I started writing again while I was a Sophomore. It wasn't anything big, it was a script for a horror movie that I wanted to act out. It was centered around the world I grew up in. All the characters were all based on my dad's friends and how they acted. I was happy after writing that, but a script seemed bland to me. It didn't have all the detail I wanted in it. I wanted to emerge the reader into my writing. I wanted a story out of it, not just a script but an actual story. I wanted to write more, and then I remembered my imaginary friends.

As odd as this sounds, I really did miss my imaginary friends and wanted to bring them up in a story somehow but I wanted it to be a lot darker than just a child's fantasy. So I decided to make them into alternate personalities of a young man named Zachary. I began writing about a page each night and I just kept going and going until I finished the book with an astounding ninety-nine pages. It doesn't seem like much now, but it was an accomplishment when I finally finished writing it.

Writing, Writing, Writing, YAAAAS :D

That was the start of my writing career. I didn't just write for school anymore. I wrote for fun. I created a Deviantart page and started posting my stories and my poems. My poems were okay but it didn't seem like a lot of people liked them.

Then I tried Pokemon fan fictions, that went over okay 

but it wasn't as good as I wish it was. Some people got into the Pokemon fan fictions but most people just passed over it. It had already been done many times, and I had known that too. I was just kicking a dead horse with the fan fiction. My girlfriend read some of them but she didn't quite understand them, and honestly, I didn't like my writing much either. 

Then one day while playing an online game I met a girl by the name of Rose, we would role play and our role play caught a lot of people's attention. I took that as a sign and began writing all of our role plays down. After we finished with our so called series I began to write our role plays on Deviantart under the name of "Misfits Together" after one of the episodes we had done. It gained a few followers but at this point I didn't care about how many people saw it. I was more concerned with how much fun it was to write. 

That was how my writing career flourished. I am a writer on Devinart. I post fairly often and it's all for fun. School turned me away from writing for awhile but now I'm back and writing all for fun because I enjoy it. It is no longer a chore. It is a playground full of children running around. My playground is now longer empty. It's full of ideas. My mind is always rushing with new ideas for novels or chapters.




Misfits Together/Coming Clean/Alias/Freak/Pokemon Fan Fiction/Love (Good Riddance)/Story of Us and many others were posted in the website.

Writing has since become my outlet for all the things I want to say in life but just can't. I could write from the views of other people in my stories but they all do come from my perspective. It's like having a whole cast of characters from my head on the pages right in front of me. They were always there but just couldn't come out. Now they come out on the paper I write. They come out in the stories I inscribe. They all fly onto the page, like an airplane. A crash course onto the island on the lines and white. That is my story. Writing has changed my life and made me a better person.