Stories
Click on the year to read stories/poems that I wrote during that year.
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I have been writing stories since age 7 and I credit the start of this passion of mine to my second grade teacher who encouraged us to write both with creativity as well as grammatical correctness. Now over a decade later, I don't write as often as I used to but I'm still pestered every now and again by my persistent muse.
I've never met this nagging voice in my head but I've just recently began to understand who she is (for I do believe she is a she). In order to avoid confusion, I'm going to, from now on, refer to her as Althea (because it's a Greek name and obviously all muses are Greek and it is the name of a shrub also called "marshmallow" which I just think is funny though she'll probably get back at me later for it with another dozen 4-in-the-morning wake-up calls).
I used to think that Althea was a friend, who came to me when I was feeling emotional (either in a positive way or a bad way) and she would help me to express my feelings and to communicate them even if I had to tell the story in the form of a metaphor. I've recently changed my mind. She might be a friend but she is also an incurable gossip. She comes to me when I'm emotional because that's when the stories are juiciest. But she does not really care so much about my happy times. She might make a half-hearted effort at a love story but unless it's one that ends in tragedy, she tends to get bored before it's completed. Usually she comes when I'm feeling down so I'll spill my guts and she can say "There, there" before turning around to the world to say "You'll never guess what I just heard! It's priceless!" Whether or not she's good at telling the stories or her subjects are actually those of interest are up to the reader's own personal opinions. The point I'm really trying to make in all of this is that you may find a lot of my work to be more on the side of tragedy than my normal carefree and humorous side. I'm not depressed or anything, I just have a muse that takes delight in telling stories of other people's pain. Stupid Marshmallow.