Tell The Untold Stories

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Growing up I’ve always had a passion for reading. I was one of those lucky kids who lived walking distance away from the library, which I frequently visited to read the stories of the supernatural. I’d have an armful of books that would make me wonder about the mysterious of the world. Did Big Foot exist? Were aliens real? These questions helped to fuel an overactive imagination that would lead to the creation of some short stories and fearful nights.

Now that I’m older I’ve been living with this nagging feeling that I need to tell a story. One that involves my unique perspective and tells the story of those voices that are rarely heard in main stream media. When I consume movies, tv shows and even books I can’t help but critique it. My mind is at the point that it wants to create. It wants to share it’s truth and tap into the stories that are just waiting to be told.

I’m currently writing one of those stories and even though I’m still in the process of making the story board after working on it for a year I know I can’t give up. I’ve given up on enough things in life and this time it’ll be different. This time the story won’t give up on me. Whenever I feel like I’ve loss my creative fire I’m reminded by a spark of inspiration that I need to tell this story. I need to tell it because other people need to read it. People like the kid I was who needed an escape from the world he was living in. People who don’t see themselves as the heroes in the media they consume. These are the untold stories I need to live for so I can share them.