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Why do I feel the need to show my writing to my parents? They don't need to see some of it, and yet, the stuff I show them it really, really dark. They look at me strange later. Very strange.
I wrote a story last night, and showed it to my dad. Very much a rough draft, and all. It was about a writer, named Travis, except it was a girl. She's walking down the streets at midnight, composing a song in her head. It's a dark song, and as the lyrics progress, Travis degrades further and further into insanity. Or rather, she shows just how crazy she is. She experiences things to get her muse to work, so she can write, but doesn't actually care for them. She killed someone, and at the end, staggers home with a knife in hand to kill more.
And I showed this to my father.
I wrote a story last night, and showed it to my dad. Very much a rough draft, and all. It was about a writer, named Travis, except it was a girl. She's walking down the streets at midnight, composing a song in her head. It's a dark song, and as the lyrics progress, Travis degrades further and further into insanity. Or rather, she shows just how crazy she is. She experiences things to get her muse to work, so she can write, but doesn't actually care for them. She killed someone, and at the end, staggers home with a knife in hand to kill more.
And I showed this to my father.