What triggered my desire to become a writer?
I have a theory,-- or rather a memory, on which I can lean my argument.
It was a story about a spirit detective, whose powers rise too powerful in terms of supernatural powers and he become a different, a demonic like, even if he look like ordinary lad finishing high school. So the characters around him became worry that if he become evil, there is no one who can stop him. So as he visiting his companions, boss or teacher, he got a sad feeling, they joggling him between themselves, like a hot potato.
Yet, he is send to meet a person. It was his predecessor who retired.
At first, he meet in forest a pair of children train to be a hunters, who attack him thinking he is a bad spirit. Of course, they power level is like when he start his job, so he don't fell threaten by them even if they were serious. He was playing with them, as if it was just a silly game by the kids from next door.
They mom show up putting her feet down to stop they wild play, also inviting the detective to her house in middle of the woods. Of course she was the former detective and she was strong. But only later, when the kids was sleeping, she relieved, that she feel his real powers and she is terrified of what he can do, if he snaps.
But, the focus I want to point is her husband. He was a writer, not a famous one, just ordinary. The way he struggle and act, as to be the only one in family without a spiritual powers, talked to me on deeper level.
Of course he was his time, talking with current detective, as he give his own opinion from the position of ordinary person, who is also an observer of those who use a supernatural powers.
Somehow, I can see myself, or my past myself, in him; that feel of a side character;-- but at same time, the one who maybe had the most impact to invoke a positive change on the struggling protagonist.
I too tried to invoke a change by some of my written work. Yet my early documents failed to trigger change, even if my dark predictions were fulfilling itself according predicted accuracy.
I cant tell, if my serious work had any impact at all, even if I see the pieces and hints, there and over there, that maybe have a source or origin, in my work.
But it make me smile, if my stories for entertainment purpose, getting thumb us, likes and so on. For me, when my work is done, it only means, that next one already awaits me.
And for witch; I can call myself, not a side character, but rather a narrator, that accompany my readers, on our journey, through the story I telling them via a text I wrote.
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PROMPT
The Story You Carry: This week, write a story that has always followed you. In the genre of your choosing, tell us a personal, mythic, or imagined story that has refused to let you go.