I randomly found a folder of old creative writing stories I wrote for school back in the day. I was one fucked up kid. I wrote five separate stories based on the Candyman character. They were bloody and gruesome. Who does that? I'm surprised the teachers let me get away with it. If a kid did that today, he'd be sent to a psychiatrist for worry of a school shooting. I had another story about a little clown doll that came to life and terrorized a child. Clearly I had issues.
I can't find what was probably the most ridiculous story I wrote. In eighth grade we spent a lot of time learning about the Holocaust. As a Jew I already knew all about it of course. When I was really little, maybe six or seven, a teacher showed us the German flag and asked us what flag it was. I proudly raised my hand and answered, "the Nazi flag." Oops. The story I wrote was about a Jewy family sent to a concentration camp. The girls were being killed outright, so the young woman protagonist decided to masquerade as a boy. She cut her hair very short and would rub charcoal on her cheeks to give the impression of stubble. At night she used various rocks as weights to become more muscular. My teacher loved it.
I haven't written anything for a while, but I'd like to get back to it soon. You won't be surprised to learn that my last story was about a guy getting raped and murdered.
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