Horror

I remember one day, back in the real heat of my heroin addiction, I wrote a short horror story. I wrote and edited the whole thing in one afternoon, and, not trusting that strange burst of energy to last, I immediately threw it up on the CreepyPasta subreddit. It the first (and as I recall only) creative act that I engaged in that five year period from when I sold my instruments for dope to the day I got out of jail, and it actually ended up doing really well, and it helped me to see that if I put in the effort, I was capable of achieving my creative ambitions. Naturally enough, once I built up enough clean time to take a good look at the things I used to find meaningful before my addiction, the idea of doing more horror stories seemed like a good way to get my feet back into the writing world. It didn't work out quite as I hoped, and this might be one of those rare occasions where my writing actually gets worse over time since, after the first couple stories didn't do as well as the original, I started changing my writing style to be more in line with what I thought would get me the most clicks and upvotes, at which point the creative spark really disappeared. I'm grateful that I put myself out there, though, and I think there's enough in here to appeal to fans of the genre.