Saving Jacob

Writing anything in a creative manner has to be the most inexplicable experience any individual could possibly face. The menacingly white surface castes stars into your eyes leaving blue and purple flecks of color in you're line of vision while you stare at the page wondering what to fill the empty canvas with. Twenty-six letters have the undiscovered potential to come together in millions of different ways to create words. Words come together in millions of different ways to create sentences. Which come to get her to create paragraphs, which come together to create books, which in turn become novels. Novels read by similarly intelligent individuals who envision a whole new dimension the author had formed just for them. And those with the courage to try and resurrect these worlds from twenty-six little letters, are immortalized in the priceless amber that we come to know as literature. So what is it that separates these amazing works of literature, or dimensions, from others? Now, I know this little introduction seems like it has nothing to do with a story that's supposedly supposed to be action packed with the life a teenage girl who comes to learn that she's not so normal after all, do to the powers that course through her veins, however it does express the feelings behind me personally. This is my way of trying to explain to you that regardless of large vocabulary and strong sentence structure, that some stories are so big, so rare, and so special that they cannot be adequately explained through those twenty-six little letters. Some writers will never be encased in this priceless amber simply because their stories are to good to be told, too personal to be shared, and to deep to be understood by others. So here's a story about the simple, yet complicated life of a teenage girl that will never be worthy of the so called priceless amber, known as literature, because it is just to lovely to be loved.