I swear, my Creative Writing class is emo. Or, at least, most of the writers and the teacher is. See, once in awhile we write a anything we want about a certain topic that the teacher assigns. Then we let others read it (We use numbers instead of names, so it’s totally anonymous), they comment, and then we share our comments and critique.
Usually, I’m a very happy writer, because I’m very happy and I think other people need to be very happy about the position they’re in, unless they have some reason to justify the fact that they’re not very happy (eg. divorce, abuse, etc.). So, I usually write about topics that you can be happy about.
That doesn’t mean that I write about cutesy topics like clouds and rainbows, of course. Just normal topics that anyone would be happy about.
Anyway, this Creative Writing class doesn’t express that. It’s trying to turn everyone into emo robots, I swear! So far, our topics were:
1. Poison
2. Storm
And now I’m suppose to write about MURDER.
Now, people are catching onto this. Before Mr. Stanton, my Creative Writing teacher, gives out the topic, they’re like, “Can it be a happy topic now?”
But all he says is, “Well, you can somehow incorporate happiness with it.”
And then he proceeds to tell us that we have to write about murder.
There is nothing happy about DEATH, Mr. Stanton! Jeez!
Now, if you’re wondering how I can make the topics poison and storm all happy-ish:
1. For the poison story, I wrote about a girl mistaking rat poison for ketchup, which isn’t really funny, I know, but that’s the best I could do with this topic.
2. For the storm story, a girl is mad at her friend ditching her during a storm and then later forgets her anger because her friend invited her to a game of Dance Dance Revolution at Steak & Shake. This is, of course, terribly random, but that was the best I could do in the hour I had before piano class on Thursday. The people in the Creative Writing class said my story was more creepy than funny, but oh well. Give me a happy topic and I’ll write better stories, MR. STANTON.
Now I need to find something happy about murder before Monday, because I absolutely refuse to write a depressing, Edgar Allan Poe-like story.
