Post by Princess Cliche on Oct 16, 2012 10:12:35 GMT -5
Title: Confessions of an Unprofessional Journalist
Rating: Uhhh, T,maybe, for now. Lol.
Warnings: None yet!
Word Count: 429(short, but a kind of preface)
You know how people say there’s two sides to a story, and then somewhere along the way is the truth?
Yeah, that’s a lie.
The only truth to the story is the heroes, because only the heroes get to speak about what happened on their side, and people actually listen. No one ever cares to hear what the villain has to say.
But if you do care, well, I’m willing to release all information, confidential or not. What else could I lose besides what little honor I hold? Everyone hates me, and I’ll never get a job as a journalist or writer again, without using a pen name.
I did it. I did what I had promised not to, and I wasn’t quite sure how I felt about it. I had taken the trust of someone so innocent, it was ridiculous, and stomped all over it. He didn’t know he was baring his whole life to an undercover journalist—then again, what kind of undercover journalist would I be if he did know that?
I was the one you’d hear them talk about later, the one that lied about One Directions lives, but hey. That’s what I did for a living, I built stars up to tear them down later. It’s what society called for, and feelings weren’t allowed in this profession. At least, feelings regarding the aforementioned stars.
To be fair, I wasn’t undercover for any of the boys that night, I was working on a much harder to hit story, but that was ruined by my slight addiction to smoking, which I guess I really needed to work on. It not only screwed up my life, but the others around it.
And I had met him by accident, pure coincidence. I knew who he was, of course, being involved heavily in that field, but I didn’t let on to it. After all, I was used to meeting stars before and after my career jumpstarted.
It was his first time drunk, apparently, and for his sake, I really hoped it was his last. He definitely cannot hold his liquor, that’s for sure. I learned more then, than I ever had, which is saying something. I was all for being professional, but considering my profession is drawing out secrets from stars, and politicians, well, sometimes there is never such thing as professionalism.
I learned something the hard way, concerning my career—keep your job and personal life separate.
Otherwise, stuff gets very sticky, real fast.
Trust me.
Or not, since I tend to abuse those who trust in me.
Rating: Uhhh, T,maybe, for now. Lol.
Warnings: None yet!
Word Count: 429(short, but a kind of preface)
You know how people say there’s two sides to a story, and then somewhere along the way is the truth?
Yeah, that’s a lie.
The only truth to the story is the heroes, because only the heroes get to speak about what happened on their side, and people actually listen. No one ever cares to hear what the villain has to say.
But if you do care, well, I’m willing to release all information, confidential or not. What else could I lose besides what little honor I hold? Everyone hates me, and I’ll never get a job as a journalist or writer again, without using a pen name.
I did it. I did what I had promised not to, and I wasn’t quite sure how I felt about it. I had taken the trust of someone so innocent, it was ridiculous, and stomped all over it. He didn’t know he was baring his whole life to an undercover journalist—then again, what kind of undercover journalist would I be if he did know that?
I was the one you’d hear them talk about later, the one that lied about One Directions lives, but hey. That’s what I did for a living, I built stars up to tear them down later. It’s what society called for, and feelings weren’t allowed in this profession. At least, feelings regarding the aforementioned stars.
To be fair, I wasn’t undercover for any of the boys that night, I was working on a much harder to hit story, but that was ruined by my slight addiction to smoking, which I guess I really needed to work on. It not only screwed up my life, but the others around it.
And I had met him by accident, pure coincidence. I knew who he was, of course, being involved heavily in that field, but I didn’t let on to it. After all, I was used to meeting stars before and after my career jumpstarted.
It was his first time drunk, apparently, and for his sake, I really hoped it was his last. He definitely cannot hold his liquor, that’s for sure. I learned more then, than I ever had, which is saying something. I was all for being professional, but considering my profession is drawing out secrets from stars, and politicians, well, sometimes there is never such thing as professionalism.
I learned something the hard way, concerning my career—keep your job and personal life separate.
Otherwise, stuff gets very sticky, real fast.
Trust me.
Or not, since I tend to abuse those who trust in me.
