Carports at night


I’ve been writing horror fiction for about ten years now but, the problem is, I’m really not sure if I’m any good. There’s any easy way to find out, obviously. I’d just have to ask someone. But the thing is, I just can’t bring myself to do it. I just can’t. What if they don’t like my work? What if my girlfriend, or my mother, or my friend have to sit there and read through the whole thing just to lie to my face? I could never make them do that. And if they were honest … I just can’t handle the rejection, okay? I’ve never been any good at dealing with criticism, even when it is positive. I just want my work and everything I do to be perfect all the time. Is that really too much to ask?

The reality of that statement is that it is too much to ask. I know that, you know that, it’s pretty obvious. Which is why I simply can’t risk uploading my story even here, in this nice quiet cove buried deep in the internet. My story starts off in a set of stables in Tamworth, a city north of Sydney in New South Wales. Running through the fields in the dead of night, the party of teens are hounded by shadowy figures through a series of large, abandoned carports in the Tamworth city centre, being picked off one by one by the unidentified shadows.

Do you think this is a sound base for a story? Is it too Australian, too removed? Problematically, I know what I would want out of a story, but I’m not exactly really sure what anybody else wants out of their horror stories. What if this is a completely off assessment? I just really want people to like it, that’s all.