Writing Resources from Fifteen Minutes of Fiction
Jake's Dark and Stormy Night of the SoulIt was a dark and stormy night, and Jake was feeling particularly dark and stormy in his soul. No one understood the troubles of his angst ridden, tortured life.
Tonight, while the storms raged both inside and out, Jake sat down at the computer, and went to one of his favorite sites: Fifteen Minutes Of Fiction.
Angrily, and with expletives in his heart and on his keyboard, he pounded away for ten minutes, and then clicked submit. With a seething but satisfied smile he watched his new piece of writing appear on the screen.
About ten minutes later, while he was browsing through his Neighborhood's posts, he suddenly found himself logged out of his account. That's &%$! odd, he thought. He went to the login page and re-entered his login information.
And a message, something like this, appeared on the screen.
"What the %$&*?" he shouted at the computer.
The computer didn't say anything in response.
It was an utterly irrational email; poor Jake somehow thought that he could break contract with the site's owner, and yet not face any repercussions. But then, that's the kind of society Jake lived in.
Furthermore, Jake had somehow fallen into the trap of believing that since the site's owner had permitted him to use space on the site, the site now belonged to him, and the site owner owed him something. Oh, what a peculiar world Jake lives in.
Far away, in his quiet little rural home town, Doug - who wasn't feeling particularly angst ridden or tortured at all, received the email. An eyebrow raised. Not fair? he thought. What an odd idea.
Then after a moment, he thought, Huh. This doesn't look like postal mail to me.
Doug reached out his right index finger to his keyboard, and pressed one single key...
I'll give you a hint. It wasn't Insert.
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