The sun shone brightly through the window, illuminating the room with its warm, golden light. I sat in the corner, my eyes closed, my body still. I felt nothing. No joy, no sadness, no anger, no fear. I was empty, a void, a hollow shell of a person.
I had been like this for as long as I could remember. I had no memories of ever feeling anything. I had no idea what it was like to experience emotions. I was numb, and I was content with that.
But then something changed. I started to feel something. It was faint at first, like a whisper in the wind. But it grew stronger and stronger until I could no longer ignore it. I felt a warmth in my chest, a flutter in my stomach, a tingle in my fingertips. I felt alive.
I was overwhelmed by the new sensations. I felt joy, sadness, anger, fear, and everything in between. I felt love, and I felt pain. I felt connected to the world around me in a way I had never experienced before.
I was scared at first, unsure of how to handle these new feelings. But I soon realized that they were a part of me, and I embraced them. I learned to accept them, to understand them, and to use them to my advantage.
Life without feelings was a lonely one, but life with feelings was a beautiful one. I was no longer a hollow shell, but a vibrant, living being. I was alive, and I was free.
Write a descriptive novel about yourself. How is life like without feelings and then later having/discovering new feelings? Include this in the descprtive novel.
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