“Once I thought that to be human was the highest aim a person could have, but now I see that it was meant to destroy men. Today I am proud to say that I am inhuman, that I belong not to men and governments, that I have nothing to do with creeds and principles. I have nothing to do with the creaking machinery of humanity – I belong to the earth. I say that lying on my pillow and I can feel the horns sprouting from my temples.” Stormy Weather, by Carl Hiassen
Who is the speaker? Woman or man? What does s/he look like? Where is s/he and to whom are they speaking? Is s/he not speaking to anyone, but simply musing? In other words, what is this person’s story? Could he or she be you? Let the writing surprise you.
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