The Story I Wrote

No, please don't get confused by the tittle, I'm not writing a story in here. It's just about something I wrote a while before as I'm intending to enter a Chinese novel-writing competition. Actually, I'm not even sure that's a novel, maybe a short story writing competition since it has a limit to 3000 words, which is a pain in my ass since 3000 words can hardly express anything (probably because I'm a nagger).

The reason I enter this competition is not because I'm not a competitive person and stuff (hell no), but because I want to earn some co-curricular marks so that it will somehow look good (sort of) for my college apps and all. Since I was a lazy-boner back then (now too), I hardly enter any extra-curricular activities to boost my curricular marks. In other words, I'm sort of a ghost in my clubs and all that (heaven knows why I'm the vice-president for the library club, but hey, at least I have a little marks from there) and in Malay, I called myself as "ahli mati", which--roughly translate--is "dead member", but whatever.

Actually, it's also a good excuse for me to get into the competition (though it's sort of true that I really need extra curricular activities, or I'll so suck in my college apps) yadda yadda yadda. If you read my posts before, you'd know that I actually sort of have a phobia of writing novels and stories (though I write them all the time... double standards?) and I'm so not going to nag about the stuffs I nagged before here. But though I'm afraid to write and dwell over how bad I wrote every single moment (it sucks a lot) and being so self-conscious all the time, I still enjoy to write. A lot. That's why I'm stubborn enough to convince myself to enter this competition and write the hell out of myself since it won't hurt to enter a competition (nationwide, I'm freaking out), and of course, being a published author had always been one of my dreams till I sort of "fell" and got hit by reality, and I decided that I'll keep on writing but never dream again that I'll be able to take writing as my career and stuff. Well, why keep up hopes when you know you can't have it?

Anyway, the story I wrote is about a pair of twin. Cliche, but whatever. The older one keeps outshine the younger one of the pair, and the only way the younger one to get notice is to be a total whack job (rebel, haha) and they got into a huge fight (one-way though, since it's only the younger one who kept yelling and stuff) and the older one mentioned about the younger one didn't have to worry about being outshine anymore since this will be over soon yadda yadda yadda. And then only it turns out that the older one had brain cancer and she died and the younger one never ever looked into the mirror because all she could see was a murderer and stuff. Okay, it's pretty cliche, but whatever. The teacher said it's too predictable (like I don't know) and somehow she wishes the ending can be a little "surprising" and a little suspense and stuff in it.

Yeah. Surprising and suspense. Did I mention that the last story I handed to her was about a serial killer who pulled off victims tongues and killed them? Yeah, she said the story was too violent and hard to relate to and she wanted me to write something teenagers can actually relate about like family and friendship and stuff. And now that I wrote about a pretty lame family story, she said I need more suspense in my story. I guess I can't please everyone (since some people are claiming that they like how I phrased the whole thing) but if the teacher really wants me to place some surprise and twist the ending, I can only think of the bloody ones because I watched too many reruns of Criminal Minds (serial killers, ta-da).

If I'm going to twist the ending, it'll probably goes like this: the older one killed the younger one because she's an ungrateful bitch and she had enough. Or: the younger one went dig up the older's body and carried with her all the way and killed people who found out that she was carrying a rotten corpse around. Even: The younger one killed the older one and pretended to be her. Or they both committed suicide and became best buds, as in ghosts. I guess they're not ideal enough to be some sort of good ending my teacher wanted. Teacher wanted me to tone down the violence and blood and fight and stuff, so I don't think if I really change my ending and make the younger one a killer/sadist/serial killer/psychopath who likes to torture people by cutting off the limbs one by one and removing their body parts one by one and let them bled to death and she ate the rest of the bodies, my teacher will actually accept this kind of "violence". Since it'll be unhealthy for youths to read this kind of bloody stuff (or is it?).

So, I think I'll better stick with my plain old, cliche ending and story line since it's the most normal I can get, since it won't be exactly pleasant if the protagonist of my story actually ate her sister eyeballs and grill her fingers into a nice, crispy snack.

Nuh-uh. That'll be way gross.