Olivia B
I believe that when I write, I write like fireworks. Exploding, colorful words appear in my head. My blank paper is soon filled with graphite, just like the dark sky is filled with beautiful explosions. Ideas, details and conflicts invade my mine like an army invading a country. My pencil starts to run all over the page, the fireworks filling into the night sky. I imagine different things all at once, until I can figure out which one I like. Ideas come and go. I write, I erase, like when a firework is up there and then comes right back down. Creative words bounce across my head and bam, they appear on my paper. The explosions in my brain fill the page very quickly, but then are soon erased. Fireworks are just like my writing. A spark and sizzle as the words in my head flash before my eyes.