Right now I am painting. Painting is my way of expressing the words I won't speak. To many it would seem impossible for someone not to speak a single word purposefully. But I am proof that it isn't impossible.
Believe me, it took much restraint. That's how I found painting. Painting allows me to show my words rather than speaking them. When I paint out my words, it is beautiful, the way words are meant to be.
Words are colorful, like a rainbow. They smell, just as you could smell your mother baking cookies. But only if the words are used the correct way.
Used incorrectly, even the most wonderful of words will be dull and unexciting. I don't want to use my words in a dull way. That would be awful. I don't ever want to chance using my words that way.
For example, today at school, one of my teachers, Mr. Gilbert, used his words in such an awful boring way that two kids fell asleep.
I don't want to be Mr. Gilbert.
YOU ARE READING
Megan Unspoken
Ficción GeneralMegan is unusual. She's not like the other kids--she sees the beauty of words, she understands the meaningful way in which they can be put. There's only one problem--she's never spoken before. Read the story to learn what happens to Megan and how...
