Even though I used to hate writing, reading was my absolute love. Reading was one of my means of improving my writing skills. The more I read, the better I got at writing.
Back then (still in my Grade VIII year, sometime in February), I stumbled upon Wattpad, a writing website where aspiring authors got to post their works and have others read them. There, I found a story entitled "The Dragon Blade." I enjoyed it so much. Because I always had a hyperactive imagination, I used to daydream about the possibilities that could happen if dragons existed. Even my dreams were filled with stories about dragons. I was restless. I had no idea how to get it out of my system. I was stressed and hyped at the same time. It's a very tiring state I tell you. Very tiring.

One day, our English teacher gave us a project. We were told to make a ten-chapter story. A novelette or something.

When I got home, I stared at the blank word document page displayed on my netbook screen. I had no idea what to write, but that was probably me just being lazy.

My little brothers were roughhousing then, and they accidentally knocked the back of my head. The dragon stories that I had been dreaming about must've been hiding in the back of my head, and when I was struck, they were thrown to the front of my mind screaming "WRITE ME." And I did.

I typed on the keyboard, watching as letters turned to words, then the words into sentences, sentences into paragraphs, from paragraphs into chapters, and chapters into a novelette.

As I wrote, I got this weird feeling with each word I inputted on the screen. I felt strangely happy and excited. Even happier than when I wrote journalistic articles.

I was happy that my dreams were materializing into words in front of me. I felt excited about the possibilities that I could decide to happen in the story. It felt exhilarating. I felt like a god of a world of my own creation. I got a healthy addiction of that feeling later on.

After that first story, I continued writing more just for the fun of it. I mostly wrote novels (longer works than novelettes). I already had nine unfinished manuscripts of those novels, before I realized that I had completely developed a passion for writing stories. I loved it so much that if I ever stop, I'd feel empty inside.

Now, five years later, I've fallen deeper in love with writing. I've improved significantly. My English has improved so much that some of my Wattpad readers thought that I'm a college student, because of "the maturity my words carry"---I quote from them.

I'll never ever forget that dragon book I was inspired by and the dragon book I wrote. In fact, I still have a copy of my first story entitled "Heir." I won't ever throw it away. It is like a physical reminder of when and where my passion for writing truly began.