The difference between a successful writer and an unknown writer is tenacity
One of the many beginning of a story based on the idea that a story should be written about an author who can't find a plot and losses his mind.
WARNING:This is only part of a short story and IS copyright protected!
For years he had been trying to come up with a new plot and at long last he would get one,Not come up with one but get one from a dear friend as a reward for doing that friends work.
“So when I do this you'll give me the plot,the plot to a guaranteed bestseller,Salviary, we agreed on a plot to a bestseller!?”John asked his friend who was hiding in the darkness as he swayed back in forth outside a 7/11.
“Of course my dearest friend,when this is all done you shall have the greatest plot ever imagined, now do as I have asked!” Salviary answered.
“Arrrr...I mean arrreee you surrre I have to do this? I mean this seems well..hahaha..a little crazy?”
“Are you questioning me? Because you know what happens to those question me,don't you John?”
“No No I mmmean yes YES I know I know,Ill Ill do what you ask then Ill be back on easy street!”
As he said that John turned away from the dark alley were his friend was and walked straight for the door of the 7/11,as he did he heard Salviary reply,
“Yes John,easy street.”
Upon walking in the door he went down to the cooler with the Arizona ice tea and as he decided which beverage he wonted he stoled glances of the Indian clerk reading Us News & world report.
After choosing an “Arnold palmer” he walked up to the Indian clerk who put down the magazine and said,
“Is that all sir?”
John meant to say yes but instead he pointed to the magazine and asked the clerk a question,
“What you reading in there?”
“Oh,I am reading about the assassination of Behnizer Bhutto. It is very interesting.”the Clerk replied seeming more interested in talking then John had thought.
“Yeah well what of it?”
“Its not good sir,very much chance of war in Pakistan over it,it makes me worry. Will that be all sir?”
“No”
“What else would you like perhaps a lottery ticket or cigarettes?”
“No”
“Then what sir?”
“THIS!”
Just as John said that he pulled out a loaded .38 revolver he had tucked in the back of his pants and shot the clerk in head.
As John walked out of the 7/11 sipping on his drink, he said to himself,
"Thank you come again."
Then he laughed.
(To be continued...)
Copyright 2008 by William H. Jones
For years he had been trying to come up with a new plot and at long last he would get one,Not come up with one but get one from a dear friend as a reward for doing that friends work.
“So when I do this you'll give me the plot,the plot to a guaranteed bestseller,Salviary, we agreed on a plot to a bestseller!?”John asked his friend who was hiding in the darkness as he swayed back in forth outside a 7/11.
“Of course my dearest friend,when this is all done you shall have the greatest plot ever imagined, now do as I have asked!” Salviary answered.
“Arrrr...I mean arrreee you surrre I have to do this? I mean this seems well..hahaha..a little crazy?”
“Are you questioning me? Because you know what happens to those question me,don't you John?”
“No No I mmmean yes YES I know I know,Ill Ill do what you ask then Ill be back on easy street!”
As he said that John turned away from the dark alley were his friend was and walked straight for the door of the 7/11,as he did he heard Salviary reply,
“Yes John,easy street.”
Upon walking in the door he went down to the cooler with the Arizona ice tea and as he decided which beverage he wonted he stoled glances of the Indian clerk reading Us News & world report.
After choosing an “Arnold palmer” he walked up to the Indian clerk who put down the magazine and said,
“Is that all sir?”
John meant to say yes but instead he pointed to the magazine and asked the clerk a question,
“What you reading in there?”
“Oh,I am reading about the assassination of Behnizer Bhutto. It is very interesting.”the Clerk replied seeming more interested in talking then John had thought.
“Yeah well what of it?”
“Its not good sir,very much chance of war in Pakistan over it,it makes me worry. Will that be all sir?”
“No”
“What else would you like perhaps a lottery ticket or cigarettes?”
“No”
“Then what sir?”
“THIS!”
Just as John said that he pulled out a loaded .38 revolver he had tucked in the back of his pants and shot the clerk in head.
As John walked out of the 7/11 sipping on his drink, he said to himself,
"Thank you come again."
Then he laughed.
(To be continued...)
Copyright 2008 by William H. Jones
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