I think the plotlines of the stories I write are a little too depressing, lol.
But not quite so depressing as "Death of a Moth" by Annie Dillard. I had to read it for AP Lang homework. It was about a moth who died by getting caught in candle wax and burning to death. Ouch.

I'm writing a story right now about a girl whose parents are both deaf and depend on her to bring in most of the household income. She's a cynic/pessimist, as you can imagine. She gets fired from her job due to a love affair with the boss's son [I was thinking of making it her boss's husband, but that would be a little much]. A drug dealer tries to convince her to be one of his co-sellers, but she brushes him off. She gets pulled back into his offer, though, and it goes on from there, what with her struggle to pull away from that lifestyle and reconcile with her parents [who I made a little bit too lazy] and become a "normal" teenager and start going to school again and stuff. Pretty complex stuff right there.

And there's another one I'm writing about this city in the future where everything is made by machines, and humans are taken to the main factories and turned into robots because they're pretty pointless otherwise. It's about this one girl who manages to figure out the twisted plan of the factories and she goes on this *quest* throughout the "mother" factory to destroy the machines. It's pretty awesome, I must say.

And one I'm thinking of writing is about an imaginary tribe of people in the Amazon who have a "unique" way of finding wives/husbands: the couple is pre-determined (like arranged marriage) and placed in an underground cell from a young age where they have to learn to get along with each other or else. One couple ends up going wrong, and the female escapes. She manages to find her way out of the underground cell world and discover the original tribe area (where all the grown up couples live). Mind you, she's in her 20's when this happens. Okay, so she falls for one of the men and the whole balance of the tribe is messed up when he falls for her too. And it goes on from there.

ALRIGHT.
So, please don't steal my ideas. I know how wonderful and amazing and glorious they are (I'm being sarcastic, btw), but please don't take them. I hold Creative Commons copyrights on them or whatever, so don't touch. Proof-o, if you need it:


This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.

Hah, I'm too serious about this stuff.


IN OTHER NEWS...

I was driving today and slowed down because a turn was coming up, and the person behind me was being stupid and beeped at me. I was like, WHAT?!. It made me pretty mad.