Monster Creative Short Story

Monster Creative Writing It appears out of nowhere, slowly taking over your body, like a disease. Right out of the ground, out of thin air. Gradually, you feel your body start to tremble, but by then, it's way too late. You are no longer in control of your body, just your fears and worries, dragging you down. You are no longer yourself, you are no longer making your own decisions, and there is no escape. You are so intent on succeeding that you drive yourself mad, oblivious to your surroundings.
I have been playing golf for over eight years now, but always just for fun with my family. Just last summer, I started to play in competitive golf tournaments twice a week. In the first few tournaments, I came close to last, even though I was clearly …show more content…
On the range, I was playing the best I had in my whole life, I was even putting well, which was a big accomplishment for me. I would practice for hours, hitting ball after ball on the range until it was dark, always thinking about how it would be different next time, and how I would be able to overcome the fear of playing in a tournament. After my third round where my anxiety took over, I thought about just quitting competitive golf, because I was not having any fun. Playing in tournaments took the joy out of something that I had loved for so many years, just because I was so caught up in hitting every shot perfectly. For the next few weeks, I took countless lessons, fixing a problem, only to realize that nothing would change on the course. It was the same story every time. I would step onto the first tee, with my hands trembling with fear, the monster infiltrating my body. By the eighteenth hole, I felt normal and I could finally swing freely, but it was too …show more content…
I cleared my mind and just tried to have fun doing what I loved, playing golf. I beat my previous score dramatically, and most of all, I enjoyed myself. I remembered why I had loved golf so much for so long. I was no longer thinking about what would happen if I failed, but rather what would happen if I didn’t. I was able to forget everything, trust my mechanics, and just go out on the course and have fun. Without the fear of failure, I was able to swing freely, and just relax. Ironically, instead of thinking about all my different swing thoughts, I was at my best without any thoughts. When I was able to let go of everything, I could finally be myself and enjoy playing, even on a bad