The editor needs a story
by Alex Wyte

 

 

“The editor needs a story!” The call came just a few minutes ago.. “and quickly!”.

Well, he can shout all he likes but stories have to come from somewhere in order to be worth reading. A story written on the spur of the moment isn’t going to be any good is it?

I sat back at my desk and stared up at the ceiling, hoping for some inspiration from above I suppose? The ceiling seemed to swim before my eyes and, before I could help myself I overbalanced and fell backwards in my swivel-chair.

I must have banged my head on something as I went down because I felt somewhat disorientated as I struggled to get back up again. Everything looked just a bit different to what it had been before my ungainly descent.

I tried to remember what it was that I had been doing on my computer and, on peering at the screen through somewhat bleary eyes I saw that I had been writing a story, but not my usual well-crafted sort of story, a most unusual one. Here is what I read:

 

“Friday? Is it Friday? I’m not sure about Fridays” muttered Tang as he pressed buttons on his modulator.

“I’ll change it to Saturday and go back to bed.”

So Saturday it was, and everyone who had things to do on Friday didn’t get them done. Contracts weren’t signed, wages weren’t given out, the shopping wasn’t done and, most crucially - the dictator didn’t receive assurances that the peace deal had been signed.

So he blew up the world!

The end.

 

I suppose that’s the sort of story you get when you demand one quickly?

Anyway it’ll have to do.

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