This is really short and I need to add more, but I don't know what. When this happens, I refer to YWS. As it is for a writing contest, tear it apart as much as possible. And I need a title, so ideas are welcome. (Writing contest can be anything)
Here it is:
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When I write, words spill out of nowhere, interesting, mysterious, or tragic. They form a setting, a plot or a character, dancing into place. For me, they are like shimmering colours and each page creates a rainbow. I do not know where a story or piece of work will end up. Maybe in a dark forest itching to reveal its riddles or an arid, moonlit desert and when you read about it, the description just makes your mouth feel dry and chapped, thirsting for water. I am like an avid reader, hankering for the next adventure, the next revealing sentence.
A book for me is a million rainbows painted each different by each word-artist. One’s words may be sponged to the page, or stroked with bright watercolours. A well-made book has a crescendo to the climax and an ending that evenly cascades to the very last punctuation mark on the clean, silky page.
Words anywhere are a soliloquy unto itself, waiting to be found or still hidden. That’s the written word according to me.

