Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-35711173-20180705051303/@comment-35711173-20180707020743

Jdeschene wrote: [...]

Finally, I have to address this. I'm seeing a trend in your writing where people of races other than white are portrayed very negatively. This is very concerning, especially in a story like this where it's very clear that you're judging both sets of characters.

I request an apology. I am highly insulted.

I portray the characters as who and what they are. I do not single out any group. Who was the greatest monster? An SS certified Aryan. Is he fantasy? Was his wife a fantasy? No. They were portrayed as they really were. And yes, that was mostly a true story.

The villain in Mutti Dearest spoke German and gave her daughter a German name. Her son was described as "Blonde haired and blue eyed."



That is Jeff Jones, AKA the UC Davis Hammer Murderer. He is currently on deaths row in San Quentin for mass murder, but over 30 years later I still get terror diarrhea every time I think about him. He is what he is, and I can't forget it.

I have been fascinated with spotted hyenas for years. They are like nothing on Earth. Social, intelligent, cooperative and a matriarchal society ruled by queens that are bigger than the males. With that, I loved the story of the African ironworkers who were werehyenas. I wondered what would happen if a werehyena clan came to America. Where could they go so they could hide in plain sight? What would they do? What sort of city would they go to? An all white city where they would stand out? One with a low crime rate? No, they would go where they could hunt without being noticed and where the disappearance of people on the fringes of society goes unnoticed and unquestioned. Given the hereditary profession of the werehyena, I couldn't think of a more logical place.

I write about human beings. Every one of my stories has centered not around rituals or meaningless monsters but human needs and people. Sometimes the stories focus on white people. Sometimes they involve black people or brown people or yellow people. In a creepypasta, by definition, there is creepiness and horror. My horror comes from the most horrible place imaginable, what real people do.