For me, writing has a
completely new definition. I use it as a power, weaving together exotic
sentences that soon join together to form legendary artwork. When I see my
writing, I now see bright, beautiful words. But it was not always that way.
I used to hate writing. It
was a force commanded against me. No matter how hard anyone tried to move me
from this place, I stubbornly would not budge. But two years ago, I took a
writing course that changed my life forever. From that moment on I could never
stop writing in various formats. I noticed that I have an affinity for writing
short stories and poems. More recently, I took an essay writing course for the
SAT. This course will take me one step further.
When I use writing as my own
force, wild words flow right out of my hand. The more power I use, the more
glamourous the passage turns out to be. When I am done, all of the paragraphs appear
to shine brightly into my eyes.
And even later in my life, my
writing will get me into top-level colleges and may even earn me widespread
fame. In conclusion, writing is a flame that I burn brightly with.
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