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I know. A lot of my recent Random Story Escapades/Encounters have been complaining about a story being porn. I've done this a whole hell of a lot. And it probably seems extremely contradictory, since I know that the story had adult content going into it. So why, oh why, am I complaining about a story that is unabashedly itself? I mean, as a writer, I write porn. So what is my problem, seemingly, with other people's porn?

I think at it's surface, dismissing a story as porn is just that, a dismissal. It's simply something where one or two (or more) characters get together and bump uglies so that the readers experience happiness in the crotch region. There is nothing important or monumental going on here, just the pizza man ringing the doorbell to a house where a lonely house wife just so happens to not have enough cash to pay for the pizza, opening the door to alternate methods of payment. But the thing that gets me, that sorta makes me stop reading for a moment as soon as I detect the story going into blatant porn territory is that porn's purpose is to get the reader off and nothing else. Everything else about the story (including in some cases grammar and spelling) is sacrificed on the altar of porn. Why did retired wrestler dude suddenly offer to fuck the mechanic? Because of porn. Why did the professional athlete accept the offer to blow some anonymous guy in a sauna? Because porn. Why is a boarding school student who is an outcast because of reasons getting dicked by another student under the guise of being tutored? Porn.

Now I've said this several times that this is probably too much to ask that writers try to trandscend the porn label. And really, some people just wanna write and read porn, and not inquire as to how a retired wrestler can fuck a dude against a truck so hard that the axel breaks without putting people into the hospital, or why a pro athlete may or may not be risking scandal for anonymous sex in a sauna, or how in the fuck mothering hell an entire faculty can sentence students to be subject to their sexual depravity under the guise of detention and the school board and parents are totally cool with it. But I've been ruined. I read stuff and questions sprout up in my head, and if the questions are not answered or even addressed than I sentence the story to just being porn. I consider this a failing because I know I can't be the only person that has thought of these questions, even though not a single character had any fucks left to give so why should I?

I would be a liar if I said that I had never, ever written anything like this.  Because we've all been there.  Anybody who puts pen to paper for the first time is going to have some fits and starts and it isn't going to mesh entirely well.  For me, see the first few chapters of Roommates, which you can go find because I will not link you.  But the reason that this bothers me now is because I think too much, and I would ask that maybe, just maybe, there be at least a little bit more depth to these seemingly important questions. I want to read better things, this is why I'm shouting from my dark corner of the Internet. Ultimately, I don't think that's too much to ask.   
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We all know that school can be a harsh place, especially since all the students link themselves together and form little cliques and what not.  But the thing that really, really bugged me about this story is how apparently the main character, a rabbit, is so utterly and deliberately anathema. It's driven home with paragraphs of whispered innuendo and slander, and everybody has some reason to hate or otherwise heap disdain upon her.  She's a slut, she's poor, and even the poor kids think she's mockable because she isn't earning money by catering to the rich kids.  Now, OBVIOUSLY the idea is to set her up as some kind of outsider/loner type, but point is driven into the ground and then all the way to China.  Everybody hates her?  Everybody finds some reason to mock this character?  Not a single person is even on the side of indifference? 

Well, there's the other main character: some creepyish exotic(?) cat that likes to hang out in abandoned chapels and trade intelligence on how to survive in the school for sexual favors.  And honestly, I think this dude is doing a crappy job and this shunned student should get her proverbial money back.  Maybe it's me, but I think part of surviving in school would definitely mean not having practically the entire student body mock you for some reason, not just doing good in class.  Though APPARENTLY there's some fishy stuff going on behind the scenes, involving detention and certain teachers that the school and possibly parents are complicit in, so I'm left to wonder what kind of fetish-laden faculty this is.  Then again, this is PORN, so...

There is another thing that this story does that kinda gets on my nerves.  It goes between the two perspectives of loner bunny and creeper cat, yet makes a hard break when switching between the two.  Often, but not always, this makes for a story that ends up repeating itself, which avid readers of this blog know is one of my pet peeves.  Personally, I think the story would have worked much better had there not been such hard breaks and instead it worked from either a third person omniscient or limited to loner bunny, who seems to have the more pertinent storyline. 

As some final thoughts, I will award points to the writer for highlighting the animal aspects of the characters so they just aren't humans with fur coats.  Also, creeper cat: you're kinda doing sodomy wrong.  The writer shouldn't reward you for this. 
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To a degree, I probably shouldn't be writing this one.  The story was a commission, and if the commissioner was happy with it, then who cares what I, some random dude spouting off on his blog on the Internet, think about it?  And really, I only have one problem with the story, one that could probably be excused by most people not reading it how I did. 

To illustrate, let me just tell you how the story goes.  First, we have a mechanic in the middle of nowhere, Louisiana, lamenting how his shop isn't getting many customers.  He has a bit of hired help that he sends home, and starts to go close up the shop.  Enter beat up old truck, stuttering into his shop.  What luck!  The mechanic goes out and greets the driver, who's truck is pretty fucked up.  It's a minor miracle that it's even driving as is. 

Anyway, driver pulls truck into garage and the possum mechanic apparently recognizes the driver.  Said driver, a massive gator with a muscle gut, is apparently a famous, if retired, wrestler. Then the mechanic asks how the car got all messed up, and the gator says "Sex happened."  Apparently he had fucked somebody else against the car so hard that it broke.  Now, here is where my attention started to waver.  To be capable of fucking somebody so hard against your car that it breaks would probably leave that person crushed by the massive force you are able to generate by simply moving your hips, conceivably.  Now, it's possible that the gator is just joking, but then the next thing he says completely takes me out of the story: "And you are one sexy possum; maybe you want a ride too?"

Not too long ago on the Bad Dog Book Club podcast, Toonces and Skip talked about the idea of the fantasy dominant.  One who knew exactly how to treat his/her submissive and talk/bully/cajole them into doing things, and the submissive will like it because the things the dominant is doing is exactly what the submissive secretly or openly wants.  Now, the thing to stress here is the word 'fantasy,' as in it is difficult to find an actual sub/dom that knows instantly what the other wants, not without extensive training of either to the other's desires.  And in this story, we have a former wrestler gator with an apparently fourteen inch dong not only overpowering the suddenly mesmerized 'possom mechanic, but able to know that this is what the 'possom secretly wants because he's sporting a stiffy.  Oh, and possibly due to the power of his muscled gut. 

You know what?  The story is pretty much unabashedly porn.  Not erotica, but porn.  It had the promise of perhaps being the former, but combine the odd specificity of certain bits (beer-can thick dong on the gator), and the fact that the story ended riiiiiiiiight after the sex did, well, yeah.  I think I would have had much less of a problem with it had it not spent nearly an entire page setting up a fairly benign situation, but such is life.  If you like muscle-guts, gay sex and/or ridiculously thick and long dicks, then you might have enjoyed it. 
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Now, overall this story wasn't bad.  It wasn't really terrible.  It was a fairly decent story that did have one large, large issue, which is why it's making it to the blog under the RSE headline.  It starts with an okapi character finding a package having arrived at his apartment/house/whatever, not really addressed to him but having a return address somewhere in the [redacted].  Out of sheer curiosity, he opens it to find... a brassiere.  He's really confused now, not knowing why it's there or why it came to his house or who sent it, since there was no name on it.  He has no idea what to do with it, so he puts it on his table and then goes to do something else.  

BUT SUDDENLY comes the unbidden thought "I wonder what it would look like on me" or something to that effect.  So against his better judgment, the okapi tries on the ladies clothing.  Coincidentally, he remembers that he has a dress that he's holding for an unnamed friend, so he goes and tries THAT on, which also has a pair of panties to go with it.  And to top it all off, he decides to go hit the town, more go to this bar that boasts an open-minded clientele.  Yeah, those seem pretty sketchy, right?  

Here's the rub, though: though the okapi dude goes on get hit on and called a lady and then hit on again by a giraffe who eventually takes him home (and there's a neat little plot point about only okapi males getting horns that is a nice touch to the story, from a furry standpoint), there is absolutely no explanation beyond a random compulsion as to why the okapi dude tried on the girl's clothing to begin with.  Or is there?  And here's the bit where I rag on the title, because the title implies magic, but magic is never, EVER discussed during the course of the story.  There is, PERHAPS, an implication of magic in the initial compulsion, but other than that there's no real reason for the okapi to cross-dress, especially since he was against the randomly injected idea to begin with.  So really, the entire impetus of the story is alluded to in the title and never really addressed.  And overall, it made the story completely unfulfilling, because I went through the entire thing waiting for SOME explanation as to why the crossdressing was initiated.  I mean, sure, I got a little paragraph at the end addressing the PACKAGE, but unless there's some explanation buried in another story, there's nothing to explain things.  
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Few things
  • Still writing!  I have a couple projects that I'm working on actively, one that's just on the periphery.  So far, things are looking good on everything that I am working on, and I just need to get back into the swing of things.  The first is 519 words on a story that was essentially a challenge issued here by Metassus.  I should work more on that, but I confess that my muse found another subject to write on, and I currently have 2237 words on that one.  I suppose neither is really pressing, but the former is supposed to be submission number 100... so I should do that one first, no?  The third story I'm keeping secret for right now.  But just know that as of right now, 777 words are committed to it.  
  • So, you may remember this RSE.  Well, apparently on another story entirely, somebody asked the burning question that I had: Why do you keep repeating yourself?  His answer?  He's trying to show the story from both character's perspectives.  To him, this apparently necessitates repeating a character's actions so that the other character can reply to them.  Even though this was repeated only a paragraph earlier, and only if somebody is suffering from some kind of extreme ADD would they forget what the first character did, since one would have read it a few minutes earlier.  I... don't... understand.
  • I also have a few reviews that I need to get to.  No, I haven't forgotten about you, Poetigress.  
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Okay, this story wasn't bad, per se.  It was just weird as hell.  First thing that the story immediately introduces was the fact that the male character has a dick that's 22 inches long. And apparently is a 'hyper'.  Yes, he's hyper-endowed, but simply described as a 'hyper.'  And he's married.  So he has a wife.  Who is apparently constantly growing.  I... I don't even know. 

Essentially, this story takes the fantastic portion of being hyper endowed, and all the absolute specificity that entails, with the normalcy of a married couple discovering things about themselves and changes in their life that bring them together and so on and so forth.  It is a very, VERY odd dichotomy of the utterly fantastic potion of his dick and her 38Q bra size (is that real?  I don't think that's real), and the fact that she's TAKING his dick through the front door and down her throat, and the bit where they're a couple discussing being on the pill and having kids.  Like... honestly?  The story literally covered the wife's trials with taking her then-boyfriend's ginormous bits, and repeated mis-starts through him bucking or her being a bit overzealous.  And they actually cover the part where she has BLED to take him.  In the middle of a sex scene.  Like... I couldn't even get to "strangest boner" status because it goes from "oh hey, things getting hot and heavy and FLASHBACK TO BLOOD AND PAIN then back again to oral and deep throat and 'throat juices' (ew) then FLASHBACK TO MORE PAIN, BUT DEDICATION AND SHE LOVES HIM." 

And, at the end, she crosses the threshold that would make her have hyperism, too.  She lactates.  Which makes about as much sense as anything else in the story, really.
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Hey there, chaps and chapesses.  Been a while since I've updated, but there's been some upheaval, not to mention having home Internet access discontinued.  To a degree, I'm still adjusting, especially since I've started college as well.  However, never fear!  The writing continues!  No, really. 

1. I should be writing more, especially if I want to put out 12 stories by year's end.  That remains my goal, college notwithstanding, so hopefully I can pick up that pace.  Howevs, I HAVE put out a substantial chunk of Morph Class... I think I estimated it as about 43-61% complete last time.  Well, estimating that the chapter will end up between 5k and 7k words it's either about 70-98% done.  And really, I think those estimates are a bit too liberal.  If I were to estimate it just on feel, I'd probably say it's closer to the 70% mark, but even then I might put it at 60-65%.  There will probably be at least another 1000 words written before alls said and done, and while I'll probably miss my deadline of completing the story before the next time Gids has a birthday, this most definitely WILL be done before the end of the month.  Hell, it's going out before leap day.  That's my drop dead gate.  If not, then I've already failed to put out 12 stories this year, and I"m a bit of a month behind already!  So let's pick up the pace!

2. But part of the reason why I'm behind-ish on Morph Class is that I've started picking up more steam on the trade that I'm working on for Zel, which is tentatively titled Fluffy.  That may be an odd title, but if you know any of his works you'd know it's the name of the character, and it's a pretty appropriate title.  I'm probably going to stick with that, but between now and completion, things may change.  Who knows?  Anyway, I'm estimating that story to be about 4k, so that's about 58% done.  I've been updating Zel every now and then with the progress of the story, and so far he's been super happy with it.  Which is fantastic, especially since the picture he's doing for me is abso-fucking-lutely gorgeous.  I may post it to my own gallery, it's so goddamn good.  Most likely scraps, if anything, though.  Maybe I'm weird and/or a bad furry, but I like to promote my writing over all else, so if there is a picture posted to my account, it'll be in scraps. 

3. Additionally, I've got to get going on writing since I'm also planning on posting a few reviews to Anthroview, and submitting at least one story to Tales of a Neon Phoenix.  Those are to mags that Summercat is running, a sort of quarterly mag for the fandom.  In it, I hope to put a review for Out of Position, an old book, and Royal Tail, a comic put out by Zel and fellow writer Tredain.  Regardless, the blog will get both, and they'll be the next two installments of Red Eye Reviews.  The story I plan on putting out is a slice of life between the stars of Mouse Porn, because... I dunno.  I just got that idea of writing something for them, and then the opportunity came up for it to be published.  It's basically going to be quick and dirty (big emphasis on dirty) and hopefully fun.  And if I come up with something else, then I will maybe submit that as well.  I just need to get some more new ideas.  I think I can come up with those.

Also, I'm going to make an effort to bring this blog back to a bit more prominence, with estimates rather than straight up word counts.  And, of course, more Random Story Escapades.

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No, the title does not contain a typo. 

Again, there's a bunch of stories out there.  And every so often I come across it and I spot such glaring errors that, with my newfound blog post, I must tear them apart for entertainment's sake.  Because damn, this stuff is bad.

Now, this particular story ran into my inbox on FA unsolicited.  So I didn't randomly stumble upon it, it was pushed upon me, in a way.  I read it anyway, but I didn't get far before what I read was utter dross.  The story opens with an apparent outbreak of people being turned into werehorses, and this outbreak it so severe it has been reported on the evening news.  AND YET, in the very next sentence, there's the general population dismissing it as a 'weird dream.'  This kinda took me right out of the story, though on sober reflection I can kinda see how it wouldn't be taken seriously.  But honestly, if this stuff happens on a MONTHLY BASIS, with the newsmedia covering it every month, presumably, wouldn't it get, like... some credence?  Maybe?  I mean... this kinda thing would be right into the wheel house of conspiracy theorists.  Not only that, but if they're presumably finding fresh material including equine orgies...  c'mon.

But whatever.  So then, the main character [Redacted], is hanging out in a park one day, waiting for somebody.  Another crazed dude runs into him, screaming about how he should get out of the way.  [Redacted] asks why, and the other dude says, in essence, "So I can get away from everybody else" and then starts changing.  Now... couple nitpicks: 1. "Whilst" is an odd word to use, and makes what is ostensibly a contemporary story sound Olde Tyme, and 2. "When suddenly..." is a terrible way to transition to another paragraph.  Seriously. 

Now, the story is porn.  So obviously, the first thing to start transforming is the other dude's dick.  Now, I don't know the mechanics of transformation, but I suppose you gotta start somewhere... I dunno.  And this [Redacted] character?  He's a wuss.  Seriously, when somebody starts transforming in front of you, wouldn't you either be A. Paralysed in fear or B. Running the fuck away?  [Redacted] does neither.  He's just unsure.  Actual line from the story: “A...are you sure about that?” [Redacted] said, sounding a little unsure about it. 

Nothing need be said about that.  So I'll do it anyway.

I mean... I hate, hate, HATE redundancy in a story.  I'm defining it here as telling me something, then telling me the same thing in a slightly different way very, very soon after.  Like in the same paragraph.  Or sentence.  And honestly... if [Redacted] is asking the other dude if he's sure about something, wouldn't it stand to reason that he's unsure about it himself?  So stop with the fucking redundancy. 

So what follows is a series of mangled noises, what I assume are supposed to be horse once since they threw a few 'neighs' in there or something, and what amounts to rape, theoretically.  And I say theoretical rape because [Redacted] doesn't show signs of resistance or anything but practically catatonic acceptance, and [Redacted] ends up enjoying it.

Of course.

Now, I'm not railing against gradually liking things.  For one, it's porn.  For two, it's possible, though it's some rapid Stockholm Syndrome or something.  But it's thin as hell, and that combined with such terrors as sound effects in dialogue broke things for me.  Example: “Oh yesssss...damn you’re *whicker* goooood!”  On the subject, you need not extend words so damn much.  It's lazy.  But damn if this entire story doesn't strike me as lazy.  

Now, you can call me a giant writing snob if you want.  Hell, I'll agree with you.  I am a snob.  I know what I like, and I know what I think is quality.  But really... if this is the kind of thing that is catching repeated comments saying how hot it was, then people need to be introduced to quality work, because this isn't good!  It isn't.  

Anyway, werehorse...thing blows a load in [Redacted]'s face after smothering him with his ass for a time, then [Redacted] changes into a werehorse too, during which the original werehorse mounts [Redacted].  Then the story ends with the two horses admiring each other's dicks before running off into the night to infect more people. 

Oh, and there's plenty more “MUHRAUHRAUH!”

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(note to people using Livejournal/Dreamwidth: if you accidentally hit the 'back' key, make sure you don't then hit the 'forward' key to get back to your unfinished entry, because then it will come up blank and autosave over your original.  Do want multiple autosave options, plzkthx)

You know things aren't going to go well when the very first word of the story is "sighing".  Yep.  First word.  So when the emo ferret walks into a depressing bar, orders a warm beer in the depressing, smoke-filled atmosphere, and it's said that he would rather go to that crappy bar or watch TV rather than see what his friends are doing, then you know this is a world class emo.  Seriously, he sighs three times in the first two paragraphs. 

Doesn't help that there's some voice confusion in the story, with third person narrator suddenly going second person for a little bit, talking about how sad and pathetic this little emo boy's life is.  Lesson to writers everywhere: pick a voice and stick to it, dammit. 

Then, three girls walk in and instantly make the place more awesome through their sheer prettyfulness.  They are, as described in the story, a Jolteon pokemorph (?!) with huge tits, a human/bunny thing, and a vixen who's described as having a figure like Christina Aguilera.  Having both a pokemorph and a reference to contemporary stuff like Christina Aguilera sorta screws the setting up all to hell, since in a world where Christina Aguilera exists, Pokemon is a video game.  But apparently this was a commission, so fuck all that, it's fan fiction or something. 

So emo ferret is checking them out, but then sees them start playing grab-ass with each other, and surmises that they're all together.  So deciding that he no longer wants to attempt being social, our emo hero sighs and starts to walk out of the bar, only to be pulled back by the three girls.  What's this?  They think he's hot and have been checking him out as well?!?  What luck!

BUT LO, here comes some miscreant poker players, protesting that this emo dude lands the ladies (not that I blame them).  Emo ferret is polite initially, but when poker trio who smell of cigarettes and alcohol protest further, he unleashes his Kung Fu and knocks one of them clear across the room.  And LO, it turns out that this dude is a sleazebag with a wife at home, as he didn't bother to remove the ring before he started bitching.  Bet he beats her, too. 

So busty chicks and emo ferret introduce one another, and apparently they want to take him out on the town.  So what kind of ride does emo ferret have?  Why, it's a "2012 Chevy Camaro Transformers Edition"!  He's apparently well off, which makes him a RICH emo boy, which makes less sense.  I guess it's more tolerable that he takes them shopping and they put sexy things on for him and he passes out.  So what does he do?  Apparently he's a FAMOUS DJ!  So FAMOUS! that he implores the girls to stay close to him when they go to his job for a set, but not famous enough that he has some insecurity about whether or not they'll like it. 

Seriously, this guy is thinking while they're taking him to their house about how he's so lucky but unworthy of these girls, when they're practically throwing themselves at him, screaming FUCK US!  FUCK UUUUUUUUUUUS! and not letting him sigh his way out of it.  Goddammit, he's getting his dick wet tonight!  And despite being emo, and knowing Kung Fu, and a nice guy, he's apparently a dynamo in the sack too.  And he slips out in the early morning leaving his contact info, but they call him the next day to ask, nay, demand his presence for breakfast.  

Oh, and one of the girls has a dick.

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Yep, writing on New Years!  I'm actually kinda proud of myself with what I did, as I was able to bang out a nice chunk of words (352) over the course of the day.  And for me, that's kinda rad.  After finishing part five, Morph Class has just kinda been on my mind of late, and because of the way the file is I couldn't provide a total as to make this update a bit cleaner, but still, it's good that I am updating this, period, I think.  Also, I would like to update this thing more, so hopefully I'll be doing more of that.  Also, more reading, so look for more Random Story Escapades!

EDIT - Wow, so I ended up writing a bit MORE and came up with some additional wordage, resulting in the chapter having about 1028 words in it as a whole.  Going by my average, this is about 1/5th of the chapter... though something tells me this one may be closer to part 4, which was 7k.
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Note: As with all Random Story Escapades, I won't mention the author or story unless I think the story deserves attention.  So far, this hasn't happened.

This one was weird.  I half-read the story over the course of a bit, because... well, the story was just kinda unremarkable.  Really, the fact that I read it was because I started reading it, and then was like... "Okay, this is pretty boring," and then went off to go do something else.  And then I came back because I forgot to close the story.  And I did finally end up reading, but I was, ultimately, unimpressed.  

First off, this story randomly used Doktor when it earlier used Dr for somebody of the same title.  Why was this?  Didn't really have any point, but it stuck out to me.  Another thing that stuck out was the use of German in the story.  Now, since the character was German I suppose it would make sense for the character to speak it, but in an otherwise English story, why was what little dialogue there was in German?  Also, I don't speak the language, but I suspect it's translated from some website.  Speaking of Germans, apparently the main character was a fuckin' Nazi, only not as such, and apparently a fringe Nazi or something, as in they're 'worried about the direction of the party' going too far right or something.  Which is kinda amazing, but I'm like... why the fuck is this character German?  Or a Nazi?  in reality, it didn't seem to have any bearing on the story at all aside from a sprinkling of Gratuitous German when the shit started happening or whatever.

Still, aside from those points, the story was pretty unremarkable.  Which is kinda amazing, considering there was a demon in it. 

One last thing.  I know this story is supposed to get all sexy in it, but why in the hell did the main character (female) go around sans panties because of the heat, then later in the story when the temperature rises, the first thing she takes off is her SKIRT.  Keep in mind she was wearing a full friggan uniform, and the first thing she takes off is her SKIRT.

Jeez.
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Now, this one is a little different from the others as the stories in question I haven't actually read.  Why haven't I read it?  Because the author was so kind enough to let me and everybody else know up front that they were grammar errors in the following story.  Now, this is excusable if the author is not a native English (or insert language here) speaker.  But in just about all cases, that's a signal for me to move onto another story. Because if you're too lazy to fix grammar errors or, even worse, spelling errors, then I'm not going to read your story and nobody should.  Why?  Because that is just lazy, and laziness shouldn't be rewarded with views, much less comments.  

Yes, posting your story online isn't a book or a publication, but if you're going to be at least somewhat serious about writing, go through it once or twice.  Have a care for the flow of text.  Know what you want to say and how best to say it.  And for cryin' out Christ, if you're a budding author, don't tell me you don't care about grammar or spelling because both are extremely important!  If you have this great idea for a story, yet can't adequately express it because you don't give a shit about grammar, then you're placing this huge barrier between your potential readership and your great idea.  There are grammar rules for a reason, and that reason is that following those rules (and, when you know them, knowing when and how to bend or break them) gives you the best possible showcase for your story idea. 

In other words, don't make it harder for people to enjoy your story. 

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