Larsen McCain

On-line savagery!

Larsen McCain

By Mike Stevens

 

     Another s****y day, thought Larsen McCain, as he struggled to get out of bed.  Nothing was going his way lately.  He was pissed about work, he was pissed about the fact his writing talent was being ignored, he was pissed that his latest story seemed to have reached a dead end, and he was just plain pissed.  All he'd ever wanted to be was a well-known writer and he'd busted his butt trying to write the next great novel, but he was stuck after, "It was a dark and stormy night."  It was so frustrating to struggle, and struggle, and come up with exactly s**t.  He needed to find a way to feel better about himself.  He thought,

 

      "Hey, a few drinks will help," but he knew they wouldn't.  He absent-mindedly logged on to his favorite writing site, thinking he's read what the wanna-be dreamers were writing.  They all were deluding themselves if they thought any of the drivel they called story writing was any good at all.  Why did they subject him to this crap?  Of course, he knew that all he had to do was not read it, and if he didn't like it, he could simply not comment, but really, if they put it out there, they needed to be told the truth, or as he wished it to be.  He read the first story that came up.  After the first paragraph, he thought, hey, not too bad, but he couldn't admit it to himself.  The fact that the author had managed to write a complete story that wasn't too bad angered him beyond reason.  He knew they were probably proud of their work, and the thought of having it ripped it apart in a comment would hurt them badly, and that somehow made him feel better.  The very thought of tearing up the carefully-crafted walls of superiority the author probably had erected around a work they had poured their heart and soul into was too much of a temptation for him to resist.  He wrote a scathing comment that went well beyond what was called for, and he knew that he didn't really feel that way, but it somehow made him feel more talented to savage another's work.  He knew he was being intentionally cruel, but the more negativity he heaped on another's work, the better he felt about himself and his dead end.  Now he could finish his story.  He logged off, and called up his story.  Now he'd show everyone what kind of writer he was.  After he got through, there wouldn't be any doubt he had the goods.

 

     Let's see, "It was a dark and stormy night...it was a dark and stormy night..." ah, s**t, he still had nothing, which pissed him off all over again.  Maybe if he savaged another story on the writing site, it would help; after all, look how much better he'd felt about himself the last time he'd given a negative review.  So he logged on again to the writing site, called up another story, and read through it.  Again, he was surprised at the talent level, but he started in ripping it apart; after all, it wouldn't make him feel any better to tell the author that, so he just shredded it in his comment. 

 

     When he was done, and reread his brutal comment, he smiled to himself.  Savaging others' made him feel not so bad about himself.  Now, he would finish his story.

 

The End

 

 

Reviews

[Marie]

You've uncovered a profound truth here. People think that belittleing others with will make them better. It doesn't, and we here at W/C know that. It only makes them jerks.

[Michael Stevens]

Thanks for reading; yeah, no one likes to have something they've worked so hard on ripped apart because the reviewer ran out of Corn Flakes for breakfast!