While for the most part my creativity remains dead for writing fiction, I have had a few glimpses of story ideas lately. Nothing substantial. Just flickers that could possibly be worked into very short stories. What surprises me is that they don't have happy endings. If I had to put them into a genre, I’d say they’re borderline horror.
Which is odd, because I don’t read horror. I don’t watch scary movies. I don’t go to haunted houses. So what’s up with these dark stories without hopeful outcomes? Maybe they’re my subconscious’s way of working through issues.
Will I ever write them?
Maybe. I’m curious to see what would come out. But, since I don’t read horror, I don’t know what tropes, or plot devices, or structure is expected by core readers of the genre. So whatever I write will be for my eyes only.
Still, it could be fun. Or cathartic. Or both.
Hmm…
Now, if only I could repair the punctures left by those memory-sucking vipers…
