It's always interesting to look back on stuff that you read/watched/etc in the past, and realize in hindsight that it may have influenced your own writing and/or artistic craft in some way.
I decided to reread a few chapters of Sadie by Courtney Summers, a book I read years ago and fell in love with. Rereading it now, it's almost eerie how much the protagonist, the titular Sadie, resembles Runo, one of the protagonists from Splintertown, a novel of my own. This was not intentional!
They're both overlooked, downtrodden people with stutters (and even the same hair color, kind of) trying to avenge the wrongs that have been done to them and their family by a man who was supposed to be a father figure and protector to them.
Some quotes from Sadie that remind of Runo in some way:
"A man sits at the wheel with his arm hanging out the window, and he's tense until he sees me, and then all his tension seems to melt away. It's offensive. I'm dangerous. You shouldn't underestimate people. I want to call out."
"'Does your mama know you're out here?'"
The more I d-d-d the redder her face gets, the less she knows where to look...
"Jesus," Becki breathes, and I know it's not because of the inherent sadness of what I just told her, but because of the broken way it came out of my mouth... "'Should you-I mean, can you drive?"
It's one of the more subtle ways someone has asked me if I'm stupid, but that doesn't make it any more maddening from a woman who can't even spell the word please.
"When she (my sister) laughed, it would go so shrill and hurt my ears, but I'm not complaining because when she laughed it was like being on a plane at night, looking down on some city you've never been to before and it's all lit up. Or at least how I imagine that would be. I've never been on a plane before."
"T-trying to f-find someone."
I take out the photograph (of the man I'm looking for)...He has a hard face...he looks like he would step out of the photograph just to hate you up close.
I flip the photo and scribble quickly across its back:
"Who wants to know?" she finally asks.
"He might've come through, but I don't remember him if he did."
I can hear the lie a mile away.
"He s-said...he knew R-Ray."
"Well I'm not Ray and I don't know him." She slides the photo back to me, her voice taking a saccharine turn. "You know, my daddy left me when I was younger than you. Trust me when I tell you that sometimes it's just better that way."
I bite my tongue because if I don't, I'll say something ugly.
"Hey," the voice is featherlight, uncertain. I turn around and the other woman is staring at me. "Look, there's a guy... He might be able to tell you something."
"Thanks. A-appreciate it."
"Don't thank me yet. He doesn't do anything for free and nobody talks to him unless they have to, so think long and hard on whether or not you really do."
"Didn't your mama tell you about approaching dangerous men in the dark?"
"W-when I see a d-dangerous man, I'll k-keep that in mind."
"Wuh wuh wuh will yuh yuh you?"
It's not the first sorry imitation of myself I've ever heard, but it still makes me want to pull his tongue out of his mouth and strangle him with it.
"I n-need to talk t-to you."
He coughs, spitting on the ground. "That right?"
I take the picture out and hold it right in front of his fucking face...
"D-do you know this m-man? I n-need to know where to f-find him."
He laughs and shoves past me, his bony shoulder slamming into mine, sending me into a graceless backward shuffle.