It is just past midnight here in Connecticut, and I have been sitting at this desk for 14 consecutive hours, listening to 'Seven Nation Army' on loop as background noise, finishing final drafts.
Holy fuck.
First of all, I just want to say that I never expected 'The Creation'to get this far. I originally wrote the story for a writing competition at my local library. The short story contest was looking for something under 5000 words in honor of the 200 year anniversary of Mary Shelley's Frankenstein. Being a virtually friendless teenager with too much time on my hands, I decided to go for it.
However, my first draft went way over the 5000 word limit (read: 10,000 +), but nonetheless I just kept writing, intending to edit out unnecessary scenes later to bring down the word count. I posted it on a couple sites asking for fellow writers just to proof-read it over, not really expecting anything. This story wasn't an original concept by any means, in fact the entire point of it in the first place was to draw off of another concept. There are thousands of Frankenstein spin-offs, so I really didn't expect mine to get any traction.
However, I was surprised to see that people actually loved my first draft. I got sent dozens of messages of stuff like 'hey, love your story, can I send this to my friend/ colleague/ teacher/ husband/ albino hamster?'. To which my response was, 'ummmm, YES'. Soon enough, I was getting EMAILS, actual fucking EMAILS from people asking about my universe, my story, debating with me the possibilities of an artificial intelligence apocalypse, just gushing, etc etc. People were asking me to get it published. I couldn't believe it.
Well, sorry to inform you, but I'm not getting it published. However, I will be posting it here on Wattpad just as a general resource for people to love and enjoy.
And that's the point of this whole rant. Yeah, there's an actual point. Write. Rants, speeches, poems, books, encyclopedias, whatever makes you happy; just WRITE. We live in a day and age where everyone is silent. I say to hell with that. Speak up, say your piece, tell a story or a joke, truth or fiction. You never know how far you'll go with it, and frankly it doesn't matter how far you go (cues Moana soundtrack). What matters is that you went.
Whew, okay, I'm done being a motivational speaker for now. I'm tired. Imma go to bed. Have a good time reading. Get some hot chocolate or some shit, I don't know. Or like, Fireball. Depends on what you like when reading apocalyptic horror stories. Or, ooh, mix the Fireball with the hot chocolate, have a cinnamon-whiskey-choco-thingy. Sounds fucking GOOD.
Also, I put this as all-rights reserved, but we all know the story doesn't belong to me anymore.
"And I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding/Right before the Lord/All the words are gonna bleed from me/And I will think no more"
-Seven Nation Army, The White Stripes
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The Creation
Horror"You," he said to the object "are the start of a new era. You are going to change the world." He had always known this, but saying it out loud made it different somehow. More concrete. No longer was his dream a dream, it was his reality. ...
