A lot of my writing is related to loss—in this case, it’s old friends. Though I’ve yet to attend a loved one’s funeral, I find myself grieving people who are still alive.
My obsession with fear started with my cousin’s scary stories and turned into a competition with my brother. While convincing myself to enjoy horror, I created monsters that haunted me in the dark.
We used a website to showcase our ever-changing writing styles and emphasize the connection between what we read and what we write from childhood till now!
The perfect relationship is a facade. Always. Even when you think you know exactly how the other person is feeling, there is always a secret. Sometimes, that secret is pain.
Because of a bad storm, the power went out, and my friends and I told ghost stories to each other. It was one story that warped my young, naive perception of class and wealth.
In this personal statement, I reflect on how suffering alters the way we see the people around us, and how that phenomenon ended up playing a big part in my life.