Life as I see it
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Last published Thu, Feb 4, 2021
Throughout her life, NyxChampion has seen and lived through much. Bullying, heartbreak, loss, betrayal, a civil rights movement and even a global pandemic. She writes down her thoughts and turns them into essays and poems.
But these essays are different. They are not the traditional essays you write in school. Her poems are pulled from her very soul.
They are more like an inner monologue or a short narrative or speech. They hold within them Nyx's heart and soul. In her essays she uses descriptive language and pulls everything written from her soul.
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A compilation of short essays that I have written throughout my life.
They tend to touch on social issues as well as personal experiences, and might get into political issues but only as a sort of context thing.
Each essay is my own point of view, my way of getting my own frustrations with the world out there.
I will admit that these essays have no forethought, or planning or even much editing. They are each my train of thought as I was writing about whatever issues I was writing about.
I do hope that you enjoy, each essay actually means a lot to me.
Comments made by people who have read my essays:
"This is really just an amazing sentence. Oh, [Nyx]--thanks for writing this. I appreciate it so." -My AP Lang teacher
"These are so deep and compelling. Good job." - my friend in school
"I love it." - a different friend in school
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