Call it a social experiment, if you will. I've started to write the most twisted story I've ever attempted. More twisted than angels getting their limbs ripped off. More twisted than a ghost possessing a married woman in order to have sexy time with the neighbour's barely legal son. More twisted than...
It's safe to say I've written some pretty twisted things in my time (keep in mind I'm still young - there's obviously plenty more to come in the future!). It's great though, when I'm writing this on the train. The looks of horror I do not get are absolutely hilarious.
What, you're surprised no-one is horrified? No-one is doing double takes at my writing? No-one is going pale and shuffling away from me while nervously clearing their throat and wishing they'd gotten on a different carriage? They probably want to exhibit some kind of reaction but are too afraid of me to visibly show it. After all, they shouldn't really be reading over my shoulder, should they? If they reacted it would be too much like admitting they made a mistake; that they were wrong.
It may sound a bit sinister, but it's true: writing something dark and gruesome on the train will get people to stop reading over your shoulder. Or at the very least, scar some innocent child for life.
The moral? Stop reading things you shouldn't. Especially if you're sitting next to me on the London Underground.
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