(Sorry. Song got me again.)
Mr. Thompson you know when you first brought up the creative writing thing this week? My brain had started formulating little stories about an epic conquest or dragons and wizards and princesses and the like. And you actually got me a bit excited! Well until you said the literary nonfiction thing that is. That just shot me straight down from whatever cloud I was on. Because making stories from my memories isn't fun. Some things (like the 'love' topic for example) are just a tiny bit personal and I don't want to share them. At all. Like ever. Even if threatened with death. A really, really painful slow death! Same thing with poems. They're ok and all that jazz but I just hate having to write them down. You can't force me damn it! It doesn't work that way!
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