I find more often than not, that people are prone to look for perverse entertainment, and I don't mean just porn. Just stories about stupid things always are read more often than more serious material. That's why my poems like "Spank it like a Preacher" or "The Ballad of Emo" get more reviews and views than "Drake Inheritence". People don't want to deal with drama of the human experience, wonder what our role in the universe is. No, they prefer stories about a girl arranging a date for her flamboyant friend. But I would be a hypocrete to say that I am any different. I admit it, I read comedy. I read things bordering on pornography with crude language that doesn't even make the act beautiful, but almost grotesque. I admit that I read things that make me just hit my head agaisnt the wall and scream the devil's name to take me away. Yes I do. But I also try to indulge in more serious books. I read classics. I read philosophy. I read people.
There. That's what I wanted to say to throw out my franstraction about lack of enthusiasm about Drake Inheritence. What about a story about an anti-chirst doesn't attract readers? I don't know. Appearently, I'm not muich of a good writer. I should learn to accept that and move on. But still, as a last resort, I'm posting the link in hopes it would yield so results.
http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2211926/6/