I wrote several short or flash fiction in this blog as a means to test the waters of my writing and the readership I received. I also tested myself. One test in particular stood out. This test was one where I asked myself if I could write something that I hated. And not just hated but deplore.
So I wrote No One Heard, No One Cared. It's a fictional depiction of the attitudes of the public in Nazi Germany. Indifference was the real crime. To get to that point, I had to use things I abhorred: Nazis, violence against children, and violence against women.
I cringed all the way through the story and still do at the very thought of it. I had to put aside my feelings to write it. I hope I passed the test. I think I did a remarkable job.
But enough patting myself on the back. I thought I owed my readers a reason why that story was in my collection. Why such a disgusting thing would make it into words.
I read the newspaper articles and read detestable things people do to one another. I ask myself how could people do these things to people. They blow children up. They drown children. They eat people. They rape and murder young, old, or any woman. They shoot and kill people for a few bucks in a wallet.
These things are mindless and ultimately stupid acts of violence. I say stupid because it's the uneducated, the undisciplined, or the untreated who commit these acts.
These things exist in the world and ultimately in a good book of fiction these acts are going to pop up as well. So, as detestable as they are, I have to know how to write about them.