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I don’t like bad endings.

I like endings that leave me with a happy feeling in my stomach.  The villain has been defeated, the final goal has been achieved.  No matter how dark and grim the story was, no matter how much has been sacrificed, I want the narrative to end on a high note.  

Whenever I tell this to anyone, especially an adult, they always say the same thing: “Well, life doesn’t always have happy endings.  That just isn’t realistic.”  Even when I clarify that I’m not looking for a fairytale ending, just for one that makes me satisfied, they persist: “That just isn’t how real life works.”

But if stories were an exact reflection of our life, why would we read them at all?  The whole reason I read books is to escape reality, to experience a world unlike mine.  Why would I want to read a book which tries to convince me how bleak and gritty the world is when I can learn that from simply going outside?

My point is, it’s okay to like bad endings.  It’s okay to enjoy bleak books with bleaker endings, or to gain satisfaction from comparing our shitty world to the shittier one on the page.

But it’s also okay to like good endings.  It’s okay to want to see the characters succeed against all odds, to be reminded, even in fiction, that’s it’s possible for anyone to prosper.  It’s okay to like good endings.

I like them too. 

oh and when you write 2k in a day after months of block... is so delightful

'this will get me to the pulitzer prize or a madhouse' — me writing.

"it didn't affect me" *writes poetry*