So over here I posted my last writing exercise. To wit:
The concept is simple - write a fictional story in which each paragraph begins with a new letter - the catch is it must begin with the subsequent letter in the alphabet.
I have a confession: I have not actually done my own exercises in recent weeks. Between memoir pieces like the one I did about how my life is so different in Austin and not having a decent laptop yet and job hunting.. lets just say I can rationalize away why I didn't do it.
But yesterday I was out of work for the first time in a month and thought, what the hell - I'll try this challenge - what can go wrong?
This is the resulting story:
Always wear clean underwear, that's what they say.
But who is to know if i skip a day or do.
Can they really tell if I wear the boxers two days in a row?
Doubt it. Or at least that's what I thought.
Enough with the one-sentence paragraphs, Scot, tell the story.
Fine, I will. Er, in a minute
Good evening, new temps, our new boss said. She explained what our job would entail and it was mostly data entry, sorting documents and the kind of stuff i'd done for the last few jobs.
However, there was one important exception and that would be the, well, I don't even know how to describe it...
I guess I could call it the more personal part of the job. The part of the job where there was much disrobing and pointing and blushing and..
(Just tell them,, Scott, tell them what happened.)
Know what? This experimental story is just a bad idea. I can't decide where i'm going with this. Should I plow ahead or not? Will some think this is really?
Lazy? Me? Just because I'm going to plow ahead on this half-ass story idea instead of abandoning it.
My name is Scott and I was fired because I wore boxers. And not even regular boxers but two day old boxers.
No, it gets worse. Not only did I have to explain to friends and coworkers why I was fired - though I told some it was just the latest saga in the boxers vs brief battles of public opinion - the worst part came when, for the next few jobs, I had to explain it.
Oh, yes, thats right, I had to explain in applications why I lost my job so I found myself trying to explain why a too-lazy-too-do-laundy decision got me fired
Personal? You think THIS is too personal? Obviously? You've never had an employer ask you questions about your boxers.
Really? You think this story is fiction? Just because I tagged it fiction?
Should I invite you over to smell the boxers?
Thankfully, yes this IS fiction and yes i do change boxers each day and in fact bought some new pairs today
Undies? They're ok. Boxers? Like them better? Things are getting more complicated now with boxer briefs
V does not, in this case, stand for vendetta nor does it stand for anything of import and yes if this was a gong show I'd have been gonged off or this one.
What? You prefer when I write about topics that don't cause you to worry about my sanity? Sure I can understand that.
X-rated - that's not quite true for THIS story though it was for this one.
Your turn to try this next.
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