My friend needed help on a paper where she had to write a short story. I don’t remember the last time I wrote a short story. I almost thought I wasn’t allowed to. Like only write about your sadness or when you’re sad. But if this class taught me anything, it’s that it doesn’t have to be that way at all. You can write about anything at any time. In fact, I’m trying to my best to get back into the habit of writing at every moment it comes to me. When I’m happy, when I’m bored, etc. I carry my book every where now. I’m not even sure why I ever stopped.
Societal pressures of wanting to be accepted and perceived as cool.
But when you grow up, you realize the coolest thing you could do is be authentic because it’s rare as fuck. It sounds cliche, but it’s just a truth. A tired of having to repeat itself truth. Anyways I’ll be attempting to write a short story based on the prompt for my friends paper.