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When you’ve planned out a whole story idea in your head and you’re so excited to write it but then you open up a blank word document to begin and realize that you actually know absolutely nothing about it and you’re completely lost in a sea of vague plot details and random dialogue. 

The Monster

Don’t scream. Don’t scream.

OHGODIT’SASPIDERDon’t scream.

Maybe it’ll go away. Maybe it’ll ignore you.

Maybe it’ll crawl up your shirt and burrow into your neck.

Just sit.

Just sit and wait, and maybe it’ll go away.

Or maybe your stupid heart will break out of your chest

Bounce away screaming

And the spider will drown from the blood pooling out of your carcass.

And at the funeral home where you’re lying

Dead on a table, someone will ask cause of death

And whoever’s stitching your chest back together will shake their head

Real sad

And say “Spider.”

And everyone will nod in sympathy

Except your brother.

He’s too busy laughing.

Don’t scream. Don’t scream.

Maybe it’ll go away. Listen to logic.

There’s only two kinds that can actually kill you

And this dude’s not one of them.

He’s just their equally demonic cousin

No big deal.

He probably doesn’t even have fangs.

Maybe he’s not looking at you

It’s not like you look like a fly

Or a fish. Some spiders eat fish.

OHGODIT’SLOOKINGATMEDon’t scream.

Just let your heart sob itself

Into a coma

And try not to imagine it climbing up your clothes

Crawling on your skin

Invading your mouth or your nose

And let your roommate’s newspaper roll

Sweep in, ever the dramatic hero

Like the hand of God

Come to deliver us from evil.

Amen.

Don’t worry.

It’s just a spider.

Opening lines of my short stories

Some are finished (like, two) and some/most are not.

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Encounters

The first time I saw them was on a Monday; the Monday I started work as the chipper counter girl of the Red Rainbow Cafe. They didn’t act like they were better than everyone else, but you could tell that they were.

—

The Suiciders

“Are you going to do it?” Amy asked with a gentle smile. The boy gave her a bewildered look. “Jump, I mean.”

—

Pretty Days

Everyone has their good days.

—

Yearning

The town was a moderate size with a population that felt a strong need to take care of its neighbors, no matter how small the request.

—

Dead Leaf

He was a sophomore and we never would have met if it wasn’t for the study of life.

—

Ada

Today, Phoebe decided, was the day to climb the Monster. And by Monster, she meant the cherry tree.

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There are not enough notes on this oh my god

Your damn right I do.

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Just reframed my entire mythology yet again. Nbd.

the heart of the story

Looking over my word document of ideas and projects, I’ve noticed a lot of my planned works revolve around the themes of either grief, identity, or moving on. When I think about it, a lot of my life has centered on these themes and it obviously shows up in a lot of the things I write. One of my comic projects, To Catch A Soul (working title), hinges on the various griefs of the main characters and their inability to move on in a healthy manner. But grief isn’t just about death; I’ve never lost anyone close to me. It’s about loss and isolation, and all the things it does to you.

I think emotional themes resonate with me most, partially because I’m just an incessantly emotional person. When I feel something, I feel it to the point that it’s detrimental to my life. When I’m sad, the whole world is crumbling around me. When I’m happy, everything’s good.

JK Rowling famously uses the theme of love in Harry Potter. Love is what drives Harry to grow into a selfless person, love is what saves his life countless times, love is what stirs his friends to risk their lives for him, and love is what drives two characters to pave the road for Voldemort’s ultimate downfall.

The first character is, of course, Severus Snape. I have an unhealthy bias towards Snape but I will admit that he is not a nice person. In fact, he may not necessarily even be a “good” person. He doesn’t have many likable traits and is callous towards everyone, even occasionally Dumbledore. But Snape is also an abuse victim and survivor, the product of severe bullying, and what we can assume to be an incredibly lonely person. Lily Evans was the only person who cared at all, which is why he had such an overwhelming (and mildly creepy) crush on her. I think people underestimate just how strongly someone can feel for another person when that person feels like their lifeline.

So Snape betrays Voldemort, for several years at the cost of his reputation and relationships. He works for a side that hates him, time and time again, why?

“But this is touching, Severus,” said Dumbledore seriously. “Have you grown to care for the boy, after all?”

“For him?” shouted Snape. “Expecto Patronum!”

From the tip of his wand burst the silver doe. She landed on the office floor, bounded once across the office, and soared out of the window. Dumbledore watched her fly away, and as her silvery glow faded he turned back to Snape, and his eyes were full of tears.

“After all this time?”

“Always,” said Snape.

The other character who betrays Voldemort for love is someone unexpected: Narcissa Malfoy. She’s witnessed the crumbling of her family and her son has been put in purposely mortal danger, and she’s had enough. And I could ramble on, but I’ll let Rowling explain it herself:

It is amazingly frustrating to rework your mythology.

I’m trying to work on one of my comics (emphasis on trying) and I have to nitpick every little detail. Do I want the source of their powers to be internal or external? Where did the source originate? Where did the villains originate?

I DON’T KNOW I’M JUST TRYING TO ENJOY MYSELF.

*sob*