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Originally Posted by Dario All my creative writing stories in school were thinly veiled threats towards the teachers marking them. Way to catch up, Cho Seung-Hui. |
Mine were usually cliched morality tales with painfully obvious symbolism and metaphors. I guess they were good for my age, though, or at least someone thought so. Or maybe I was the only person in my school to enter the competition.
The piece I brought for the workshop was a horrible, horrible, childish Dungeons and Dragons-lite fantasy crap-fest involving the wrongful imprisonment of some kind of barbarian in some sort of labour camp run by ridiculous goblin beasts that I started and finished the night before it was to be submitted. I knew it was shit, the author guy who was taking the workshop clearly thought it was shit but wasn't saying so. But being unable to gauge if he knew that
I knew it was shit was squirm inducing. Almost squirmed my way into Earth's mantle.