well that’s just the risk you take if you decide to teach creative writing
Absolutely true. Creative writing attracts creative people. Expect the unexpected.
Still, it’s funny that this is about a little kid.
I got in deep shit because of a stupid “creative writing” project where the inciting incident was prewritten and you had to finish it. It was something like “you threw a rock and accidentally hit a car and dented it, and you felt terrible so…” , obviously bait for apologizing.
Fuck that. In mine the character refused to admit wrong-doing, went insane and was institutionalized and eventually lobotomized (a la jack Nicholson).
DEEP shit.
when i was in middle school we got an assignment in my English class (second language), something like “write about a day that isn’t yours”, it was supposed to be short, maybe half a page, a little story about your brother’s day, or maybe a day how you imagined your favourite actor to live. the teacher was cool and english was just starting to click for me, so i felt– the urge… i handed in 6 pages of a handwritten post-apocalyptic short story, detailing hour by hour the last day of someone living alone in a bunker and losing sanity as they begin to hear knocking at the door
thankfully i didn’t get penalised for being 5,5 pages over the limit :D
Write about a character in a new strange situation
Oh no, Gregor!?!
yeah… school for me at least was a race to the bottom. Test scores and homework quotas superseded teaching creativity or critical thinking.
I can’t get over how my then friend decided to write a multi-page over-sexualized fanfic of Final Fantasy for an assignment in middle school. My teacher was surprisingly nonchalant but you could tell she was carefully picking her words.
Final state changes are too common a theme in creative writing.
Write about a character in a new, strange situation!
ShindoL:
got the assignment to create a layer of hell… unmedicated…
A whole globe of soggy unbreakable weighted blanket over top of you where it is freezing cold. Since the entire earth is covered in it you can’t get out from under it. There are also razor wires like those army crawls from movies.
The worst part of it is, you still get cut. No matter how long you try to stay put, in infinite time you eventually WILL go out form your safe zone and get covered in tiny razor scars. At first this isn’t a bad thing, you can still heal. But again over infinite time those tiny cuts will begin to built up and up.
suicide & self harm
I went into detail about the first person (Cane from the Bible) to get into my layer of hell explored and found the razor wire, and how he remembers the pain and how he at first avoided them. Then he reminisces about how since there was nothing else to do he caved into an addiction of routinely cutting himself deeper and deeper. Continually he would cut and heal, cut and heal. Over time his body began to wear out, his fingers slowly became stubs of flesh, his ears nothing but tubes. His eyes were gone. He had no more vocal cords from screaming in pain. His entire body was scar tissue and scabs. He was eternally sick from the cold and damp and ate mold for sustenance. Through endless attempts of suicide he would always wake up with no sense of time to go by it was like nothing changed except the blood and pain.
Thousands of years later by the time somebody else evil enough to get sent to the same date he is still serving to this day, he was hardly human. (iirc the explanation is this is when Noah’s arc happened and all the horrible humans were killed and sent to hell) They came and saw him they thought he was a monster. Nobody is willing to try to see him, much less communicate to him. He has wisdom of how to avoid the suffering as long as you can before losing sanity but he has nobody to speak to. His knowledge impossible to share and his suffering endless. He knows that throughout infinity they will all meet the same fate as him, or what’s left of him by that point.
…yeah so I was a little bit fucked up :3
So you can’t die there? Considering that person would be there for an infinite amount of time they would die eventually no? Humans would rather feel pain than boredom. They would eventually be cut to pieces. Like grating a person really slowly. Eventually they won’t have a body. (Unless you count all their pieces of flesh as a body.)
Mine ended with something like “and everyone who is still alive and didn’t die yet lived happily ever after”
Every rime with every writing assignment.
Someone assighed ‘what do you believe’ and got 3 pages of an 11 year old girl’s thoughts on descartes.
Thank fuck that computer never connected to the internet.
