Selma Nguyen
Stories (1/0)
Happiness through stories
Because I am slimy and I am green. No one could ever love a sight unseen” That was the final line of the first and last story that I can remember putting out into the world. I was in mr. Thomas’ fifth grade class and we were promoted to write a story to try to get published in the school newspaper. I had been writing stories for as long as I could remember so this was my time to shine. The story ended up winning an award and it was sent to a local publication which was sent out to all of the schools in the district. This was so amazing to me but also secretly terrifying because I grew up as an immigrant in Phoenix Arizona and that came with hidden traumas that I didn’t get to heal until I was older and thanks to those traumas, I tried to stay under the radar as much as possible. This meant writing and illustrating during recess at lunch and immersing myself in fantasy worlds that I would never share with others. Thanks to my stories I’ve been a wave in the ocean jumping to reach the moon, I’ve been a cloud in the sky, in love with a flower, sending raindrops as gifts, and in this particular story I was a lagoon who was once well loved, but forgotten and dirty. I didn’t realize it then, but I also felt like that lagoon. Alone, disgusting and unloveable. The only thing I had was a ballpoint pen and a piece of paper.
By Selma Nguyen 3 years ago in Confessions