Understandable. And no, I was not being lazy but rather have run out of ideas and a good way to expand a story is to make more branching paths- that would go to other people. But I wouldn't be sure if I want a crazy storyline that is silly and shit... does that make sense? Well...
I will provide a sample of my writing- the first page of the story that I am writing.
'Fantastical'
The last time you actually settled down in a 'home' was way back when you were a child- you remember fondly of the days you laid in your fathers lap as he read stories about heroes and the rest of the Epic Tale. You loved that. You loved having a home-cooked meal when your mother returned from her days of farming- you remember thanking her and serving your scraps to your dog, Pancho.
You faintly remember the days that led up to you leaving your beloved hometown and piling in a caravan and traveling. You don't seem to pinpoint the exact cause, but you remember your father and mother screaming at each other. A vicious fight, ending with your mother leaving, dashing away.
Your father scooped you up in his arms, and you remember your dog, Pancho, looking up at you in fear as you are dragged from the small cabin.
That's all gone, now. Just memories in the void, only to think upon as you see fit. You hear the stories your father has told you. How your mom and him used to be so happy. You always, always, always asked why Mom left you and him, but he only answered in a silent shaking of his head and some mumbling.
That was a decade ago. Your mother's face has disappeared into the wraps of your imagination- you imagined her with red hair, but your father always said he blonde hair had upheld her beauty. You don't remember her voice. You don't remember her at all.
Ever since then, you have been traveling with your father across the country. Living out of the caravan, he keeps his living by selling, trading, and buying things to keep his business alive. You have learned many skills in that regard- learning how to haggle people down to their lowest possible price, knowing how to basically steal from the rich and steal from the poor all the same.
It's just business, your father says. Nothing personal.
You imagine that this is what your life will be forever- traveling the country, haggling strangers to take money, travel more, explore new places.
In a way, you wouldn't mind that. You enjoy the sense of adventure that comes with the way of the merchant- but you always wished you could do it to adventure- become a traveler in a sense of adventure, not money. You dream at night of becoming the world-renowned swordsman like Edgar the Brave in the books you used to read.
But you know you have to wait. Your only 16, you think, and with no formal training of the sword, not having ever held one, you doubt that you are on the way to becoming Kaiden the Brave.
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There ya go. Sorry if that came across as controlling, but I would like my story to be the best it can be.
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