My first piece

by fire by love. It was my first published story on this lovely website. It helped me realise what I can do with my words.

the first thing I ever wrote about, and I’m not counting those silly mock stories I’d write in English in school, was a story I wrote for my then girlfriend. We shared a lot of similar ideas, tastes and feelings. I remember one night we were texting in the small hours as you do with your first love. Up at 1 or 2am spilling our life stories. And she said something along the lines of we should write a story from the same prompt.

I’ve always loved creative writing. It’s been my release on many occasions and it’s pretty fun. So I said we should. The prompt was something along the lines of camping in a forest. Both of us loved the outdoors, both of us liked night more than day. So I took that, I spun my yarn, I sat there and I wrote. Well typed but you get the gist.

I wrote about a campfire in a clearing in the woods. It may or may not have inadvertently strayed to being the two of us being together in the woods sat by a campfire. It also kinda strayed to just me admiring her, writing about her features, spooling off every love line I could about how I got lost in her eyes or how her hair always fell in a perfect way or how her skin was so soft but it was my take on our prompt. I remember our exchanged stories and how I felt so weird after writing it because Hers was anything but like what I had wrote. Hers was about camping in the woods. But hey it was only a prompt.

That piece was also the first piece of many to follow and as mine became increasingly in depth love notes as to why I loved hers soon I received more and more that were becoming similar. Soon it was just an excuse to write love notes to each other. However I never published another of my stories for her as they became too personal. Too much something I only wanted her to see.



Those pieces were written from my young mind. They were for all intents and purpose love notes. I haven’t written one of those for a while. Not only for the end of a chapter but I feel I grew past it. They no longer felt like my forte. My views changed as my mind did. I don’t see through the same eyes anymore. Now my pieces tend to stray to darker parts of me. The parts I do not show so often to those around me but I need my outlet. When I evaluate my pieces however I do tend to find they follow the same patterns. I always tend to write in a much more long winded way than one would speak. I have always found it easier to write in extended metaphors and similes and triplets. They all seem to come up a lot. It’s like how we were taught in school for AFOREST, I created my own for my writing that I stick to.

I find it has served me well. For all the people who read my works they tend to only give praise but then again when does a reader ever give anything but praise when reading. Even if it isn’t good I think it always serves me well.

My perspective on the other hand has changed massively. I no longer follow my same train of thoughts really, no longer all lovey dovey and more dark and gloomy. My writing tends to stray towards my actual feelings since my most recent break-ups and my depression. I find it interesting to follow my thoughts, let them spill on page and see where they take me. I’ve never been one for plans or drafts really, I think I write better off the cuff than I do from plans (so help my teachers who always slated my plans for being two words “write good” and the prompt and not in-depth enough) I have changed my style in that way I guess. No longer feeling around my topic before I start. No longer spending 10 minutes planning and 30 minutes writing.



Overall I feel that though my perspective on writing has changed much of my methods techniques and styles have remained. Whilst I have lost the touch of love I have gained the weight of life. I am proud to have changed though I am not always happy as to the way it changed, I feel being able to see these deeper thoughts has brought out my better