|Short Story Blues
Author: Trinity Dragon PM
Have you ever not had an idea of what to write? Most of us have, especially when given a prompt that could be termed as plagorized from somewhere. Step right over here folks, was the prompt. And you might be surprised at what this kid came up with.Rated: Fiction K - English - Humor - Words: 407 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 12-18-06 - Status: Complete - id: 2292437
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Short Story Blues
"Step right over here, folks…"
Why was I doing this? Why in all things sacred was I writing a short story using that prompt? It was terrible! There was only one conclusion to that question and that was that my teacher was completely nuts. Then again, I must be insane for doing it.
"Step right over here folks! Come meet the amazing—" That was going to be done by someone. A carnival scene was probably going to be the most unoriginal piece using this prompt. I crumpled up the paper and threw it into the waste paper basket.
I could do a story about a ghost house, maybe. But that went along with the carnival. Curses. But then again, I could turn it into a murder mystery! "Argh!" I was no good at mystery. Horror maybe? Nah.
I looked over the prompt again. Write a story beginning with the phrase "Step right over here, folks." The teacher couldn't think of anything better? I would have rather been daydreaming than this. Someone should have slapped the guy who hired my English teacher.
That blank sheet of paper was becoming annoying to look at. It's little blue lines and a perfectly straight red one on the vertical. I was ready to tear my hair out. I could do something about daydreaming, possibly. But no, that wouldn't work either. He expected something unoriginal.
My classmates were all busy and I was still stuck on the first line. They one next to me had already a page and a half. And it was a carnival scene, too. That kid would get an "A" in here. Someone should have slapped him too.
What was I going to write? Time was running out and then it would be time to hand in the paper, or lack thereof in my case. Furiously, I started scribbling. The teacher was coming up the row, looking over shoulders and getting ready to call time. My pencil almost broke, but I caught myself in time so I wouldn't have to sharpen it.
"Time." That was that. I looked over my paper, not satisfied. It followed the rules, but it was a crappy piece of writing. It started like this:
"'Step right over here, folks…'
"Why was I doing this? Why in all things sacred was I writing a short story using that prompt? It was terrible! There was only one conclusion…"