Tyrhys Wilson
Stories (3/0)
A story of memories
The next day I woke up and I saw a car in the front yard, and I knew this car. I have seen this car before when I was at nans home, it was my grandpa’s car. And as soon as I realized it, I ran to that car and found my nan walking out of the car. I started crying badly, for had wished to be taken away from that place, and she answered. I was leaving that community, but I felt bad for the other kids who still had to live there. So, before I left, I gave my respects to those from around the fire place. I left moments later. Driving off in my grandparents’ car. Once I left, I felt relieved, released, liberated, freed and rescued from a prison.
By Tyrhys Wilson3 years ago in Journal
A story of memories
It’s dark and I can’t feel anything, I can’t see anything. Then boom everything has is happening. it’s happening so fast; it seems everything is being fast forward like something out of a movie. I remember small things but not many. I still do not know anything, I do not know where, or who I am or what I am even do here. Time goes on fast and I start to feel things. I physically and emotionally. I feel my mother pick me up and she gives me a hug, I feel love. She carry’s me around in her arms and she sings to me. She sings to help me sleep. I start to remember traveling to places. I remember walking on a beach and in the distance, I see a big giant scary lizard, I walk towards it. Filled curiosity, I want see what it was, but before I got any closer, I get picked up by a woman. Later I see the big light set on the ocean waters. It was beautiful and the colors of pink, orange and purple cover the skies. My first memories
By Tyrhys Wilson3 years ago in Humans
my passions
I have many passions, skills, gifts and talents. I can create art out of sand and dust, can turn a picture into an unforgettable sight, I can do so much more but I excel the most when it comes to creative writhing. But it wasn't always like this. When I was a young boy, I was terrible at reading and let alone writing . When my English classes happened in school, I was always the one to fail. I started to hate this subject the most, for I was a complete failure who no chances of graduating school or getting a job. So, I dropped out of school. After a while I started to get better at my writing, and I don't know how but I just got better and better. later on, down the track it became my greatest passion. I now create stories out of my own imaginations and inspirations. Sometimes if I have a good dream, or even a worst nightmare, I turn these things into a story that others can read and imagine for themselves. I write many stories, But I sometimes never share them with others, because I am scared and fearful that everyone will put me down just like when I was in school. Then again how will develop not just as a writer but also as an individual, if I do not take risks.
By Tyrhys Wilson3 years ago in Journal