Last Friday my Fiction 5660 class workshopped my second story I turned in this semester. I was worried because my classmates weren't very nice about my first story, and even though I received great feedback, I wanted to do something completely different.
So I wrote about cannibals.
More specifically, I wrote about a cannibal support group through the eyes of two first-time attendees: Marvin, a nervous, beginning cannibal, and Alex, an undercover cop trying to find the person who's been stealing corpses from the morgue. It was a really enjoyable story to write. It's currently under revision.
While workshopping, I was half-expecting someone to say "I found this story really relatable" because if you've ever taken a creative workshop class, you'll hear that phrase more than you'll see commas.
Thankfully, no one said that. One guy asked if I was a cannibal, but I sat there in silence because the author isn't allowed to speak during their workshop. I wonder if he thinks I'm a cannibal. My name is Hannah Ball, after all. (It's like Hannibal. Get it? Get it? lol)
Everyone said they liked my characters and the one-liners about cannibalism, and it was really hard not to grin the entire time. I was ecstatic.
Here are my favorite responses and comments.
It was so much researching this story. My Google search history must look extremely troubling to anyone not me. On that note, anyone know any good recipes for baked brain? (Asking for a friend.)
DISCLAIMER: All writing is mine. Do not steal my ideas because I will sue you for copyright infringement. If you want to read the entire story, we can talk.
But if I let you read the entire story, I'd have to eat you.
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