Quantifying success

The young TV producer looked on delightedly.

He had been grafting, paying his dues, and climbing the ladder for years.

Finally, here was a piece of video evidence, showing that he’d made it.

For the very first time, one of his programmes was being mocked on Harry Hill’s TV Burp! 

Assignment 5 in 50 words

It is interesting to consider whether popular poetry of the 1950’s made its readers into passive consumers.

My personal experience is that, while reading Ginsberg, I did indeed become passive.

This was because after about a line and a half, I didn’t have a fucking clue what was going on.

Βουλιμία

Anna had no option but to gulp her food down quickly; there was somewhere she planned on being very soon afterwards.

She finished the whole meal in a matter of minutes.

Then, Anna moved on to her next engagement.

Kneeling by the toilet, she pushed her fingers into her throat.

Shortly before the publishing company went bankrupt:

“Didn’t think you could come, Steve?”

“I just rejected that manuscript.” he explained. “Saved me loads of time.”

Steve often chatted with mates about books he received. This one, about a magic school, was too conventional and old fashioned to publish.

“What was it called?”

“Someone and the philosopher’s stone...”


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First time I've done this, but decided that I wasn't sure this said all I wanted it to after posting it. Had a complete re-write, and came up with this:

Steve couldn’t be bothered reading the whole manuscript.

It wasn’t bad, but was too old fashioned, and formulaic to publish nowadays.

Plus if he left now, he’d have time for a few drinks.

As he posted the rejection letter, he muttered: “Sorry Miss Rowling, Harry’ll have to be published elsewhere.”

Plug

I’ll apologise now.

This isn’t a proper story. In fact it isn’t even an improper story.

Cos it’s not a story.

As the title subtly hints, it’s a mere plug for my new project.

So, if you find 50 word stories just that bit too long, try clicking here.

Thanks!

Offensive Words

Donna couldn’t believe that Carter had just used ‘the C word’ to refer to her.

“How dare you!” she accused. “Never use that word about me!”

“I’m sorry,” Carter gently replied.

He waited a while, before Donna began to sob.

Carter spoke again.

“There are a number of treatment options...”

No, No, No!

With hindsight, his problem had always been obvious.

After starting small, the number of pills he took snowballed.

To onlookers, he appeared to do nothing except guzzle down tablets, with increasing speed.

Now though, he had accepted his addiction, and was taking the first step towards recovery.

Pac-Man entered rehab.