Inspiration This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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   Inspiration   by R. C., Westford, MA



I usually don't feel this way. Usually each word seems like a brick that I must carefully mold before hauling it into its place on the page. But sometimes a tree springs up in my brain, with a word hanging from every branch. The words drop like leaves in autumn, and flow like a raging river from my head, down my arm, through my pen, and onto the paper. Words, then sentences, then paragraphs, flood page after page like a heavy rainstorm filling up a dry basin. I feel as though I cannot move my hand fast enough to keep up with the downpour of ideas streaming forth from my mind. The world around me - the desk, the room, the noise - fades away into a blur, as I sit there alone with only pen and paper, and my writing. Usually I don't feel like this. Usually writing each paragraph feels like erecting a pyramid, and distractions lure my eyes and thoughts away from the page. But sometimes inspiration hits, and mind and pen become one, pouring words onto the page.


This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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