For my Fiction Writing class this past semester I wrote a short story called The Astronaut. It was metaphorical mostly but also quite literal: a paranoid Science major, convinced the world was coming to an end, started to build a space shuttle. My classmates and professor loved it, especially since the narrator of the story, a girl around his age, started tracking his progress secretly. It has quite a sad ending, naturally—most of my stories usually have sad endings. Sometimes I can’t think of any other way to write them.
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