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Jaystones Poetic Imagination

Friday, 27 May 2005

The Rejection
Mood:  happy
The Rejection
By Jaystone
It was a dark and stormy night. Shit, I cant seem to write words down anymore. I may as well write the worlds blandished short story. Ok I know you are thinking, a dark and stormy night, well that is what I am going to send a self addressed stamped envelope to another publisher. Surely they will reject my work, but I do believe I have a unique writing style.

Here I will read you sample of the rejection letter. Dear Mr. Jaystone, the story you have sent to our publishing house is not our type of manuscript. So we are sending back your work, and maybe next time we will work together.

This is a load of shit. I will show them publishers that I can write the worlds best short story. If not, I will shoot them. Ok I will spare their life, but what about my life? This is my lively hood. My writing is spilled forth from my soul for others to read and enjoy. Maybe take them to a fantasy world that only I can see.

The plot to kill the publisher is circulating through my head. I sip on a southern comfort and mountain dew, hit a joint or two and hatch my sinister plan. The more I think about it, the drunker I get. Ok here is a list of my plans.

Plan 1
I will go to the publishing house and kill the publisher out right. Take a Uzi and end his life in a blaze of bullets. No, I cant do this. I really dont want to be known as a lone gunman. Of course if others were involved would I be the only guilty? Who knows? Scrap plan 1too risky.

Plan 2
This one is sure to work. I will go with a syringe full of poison, subdue the publisher and get my reward. Heres the flaw. How can I get in to see the publisher? Never thought of that before dumb ass. Scrap this fucking thing.

Plan 3
Ok, ok, ok, think man. How can you get away with murder? (mental note get on the internet and learn from the best. Murder seems to be in my grasp. Fuck the internet. I surely can figure out how to kill someone on my own. This idea is lame, fucking lame and dubious indeed.

I need some more whiskey. Maybe it is better, less distraction from the outside world. Now I can concentrate on my work again. Fucking publishers. Publish the shit that is a fifth generation Robert Frost copy. But not I, I prefer to be original.
I suppose that when Im dead and gone someone will find my work and get it published. They reap the benefits of my hard labor. Now maybe I will have to rid the world of literary thieves. I cant murder someone. But hey the pen is mightier than the sword, so I can write dire diatribes for people to decipher my work. Yeah, this would be great!

For all of my talk, I cant seem to put it into action. So I guess I will write another story for some publisher to read and scoff at. Well here I go.

It was a dark and stormy night Shit I will never get published. Damn the publishers; damn them all to the south side of Hades.


Posted by jaystone123 at 2:17 PM CDT

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