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).
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
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