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Fulfillment of my passion used to seem so unachievable that it would make my stomach churn. Ever since I was little, my dreams were always to become a great writer like Stephen King. To create books that people could never stop reading and eventually turn those stories into movies that would reach everybody. The recognition of my work falls to the back burner when it comes to just wanting to fulfill my passion of writing.

Growing up, it felt as if I had no voice so I turned to writing. I bought a typewriter at a local thrift store. I would constantly write to the point where the letters on my typewriter would stop working. Eventually I started using notebooks to collect my stories, my notebooks would be categorized by what I would write about whether it was my own personal feelings or horror stories about murderous trolls in a park. My passion began when I would sit down and write my feelings down. My stories began to escalate more into horror/thriller when I would spend time with my grandmother binge watching the SciFi channel. Somewhere along the way of writing, I found that my stories went from ideas that were inspired by tragedy that I seemed was consuming my real life to creating alternate universes where horror and fantasy collided. After writing so often and believing I was finally good at something that I wanted to be wonderful at, I became so enticed with writing as a profession. Reading back the words I had written gave me such power, confidence that I could make my future what I envisioned it to be. Even if I had been writing about dark content, the feeling of euphoria that came over me when writing made it seem as if this was what I was meant to do.

Over the years, my story telling became more in depth, more passionate, more than just a hobby. I knew I wanted to be a great writer and I was determined to do so. When it came time to start college, I was drawn to screenwriting majors but my family thought it wasn't a smart idea, that going for business management would be a better option for me to be successful in the long run. I felt so deflated as if no one but myself believed in my goals of being a writer. During college, I drifted further and further from my dreams. I had subconsciously drilled into my own mind that writing wasn't my future. I began to believe that I should leave my dreams behind and steer my future in a different course. I would still jot down ideas or dreams that I had on paper, here and there but never sat down and expanded on my ideas. Then one day, I had a dream about a book that I wanted to write. I woke up out of my sleep and ran to my desk and just started writing for hours. Once I finished, I reread what I wrote and started to cry, in my hands wasn't just a passion for me, it was my calling. It called me out of my sleep, it told me that this is what I should be doing, if something inside of you is so powerful that it calls to you, you need to answer.

Ever since that night, I would write about anything that popped into my head. I began a blog, even though it wasn't overly successful, to me it was the best thing in the world. I continued to write short stories on my blog, sharing them on all of my social media outlets and receiving great reactions from family and friends. Once I started putting myself out there, I got a sense of fulfillment, regardless of how little it may have seemed. Being recognized for my writing seemed insignificant compared to knowing that people enjoyed reading my short stories. My passion has always been writing stories but what fulfills my passion, is having people enjoy my stories. Knowing that I keep someone interested in what I have wrote, gives me such happiness that it's hard to explain.

People want to read my stories, not only because it seems as if I’m talking directly to them but because on any level they can find satisfaction. I write short stories based on horror, suspense/thriller, romance, or comedy. The way I tell a story, I believe, makes the reader wonder on the edge of their seat for ‘what’s next?”. The characters can be relatable for many as their characteristics and mannerisms, that I am inspired by people I have come across in real life. I try to make my stories engaging and detailed so the reader can visualize the story in their minds. When a reader is nose-deep in my stories, I want them to forget where they are at that moment and transport themselves into the pages of my book. How I react to books I read, is exactly how I want my readers to respond to my stories; there is nothing more enticing than the words I am engulfed in at this moment.

To fulfill my passion would be to write a short story book series that will soon be self- published on Amazon. I enjoy writing on my blog and posting stories on Vocal but I want to expand my horizon, push myself further by putting my writing out to a vaster atmosphere.

I want people to buy the books after being recommended by someone they know. For my stories to reach so many and bring them joy along with the desire to want more, to view my books as a universe all on its own that the reader can visit each time they turn a page.

To have people reach out to me and ask when the next book will come out. To understand that my writing brings enjoyment to others, whether they relate to a story or character or they just enjoy the suspense of a story. I want my passion to bring someone joy, no matter how minuscule it may be. I want to make an impact on this world with my stories, to inspire a young child or adult to reach for the stars, overcome any obstacle, to believe in themselves regardless of everything that may be against them. To know that all the methodical chaos will always align itself when you start taking the steps to achieve what can help you fulfill your passions and dreams.