A Termite Named Woody
Me: This is a story about a termite named Woody, who lived a simple life in a simple village. That was until-
Other Guy: “whoa! Hold the line! We don’t want a Disney cop-out story!”
Me: *sigh* Okay.
Me: This is not a Disney cop-out story about a termite named Woody-
Other Guy: “you didn’t change anything!”
Me: Yes I did. I said it wasn’t a Disney cop-out story.
Other Guy: “you need to show this isn’t a Disney cop-out story! And what’s with the name Woody?”
Me: He’s a termite. Termites eat wood. It describes him.
Other Guy: “Change it!”
Me: *sigh* Okay.
Me: Bill the termite woke up with the alarm clock ringing in his ears. He turned it off, thinking it would be another boring day of his whole boring-
Other Guy: “BORING?!?”
Me: *sigh* What Now?
Other Guy: “ Its boring me to tears, that’s what! Put some action in it! Make some nuns with guns.”
Me: Nuns with guns?
Other Guy: “Yes! Make it have action! That’s what readers are looking for these days.”
Me: but this isn’t a New York bestseller. It’s a simple short story for school.
Other Guy: “who cares? Just do it”
Me: *yawn* yeah, right, whatever.
Me: Bill the termite woke up to dive of his bed just in time to see his pillow explode into a feathery puffs. Flying ninjas with grenades in their hands were flying around, flying like… well… kamikaze pilots. He dived under the desk to see nuns with guns burst out from the window. He dived to the side just as the table exploded-
Me: I can’t do this.
Other Guy: “why not? I thought it was really good.”
Me: Flying kamikaze ninjas with grenades?
Other Guy: “hey, that was your idea”
Me: I just can’t do this.
Other Guy: “Yes you can. Just pick up the pen and write.”
Me: No.
Other Guy. “look I’ll finish it for you”
Other Guy: “The leader nun said, “The Order compels you!” and let loose a volley of automatic cannon fire.”
Me: Wait a second… what are you doing in my book!
Other guy: “uhh… being Bill?”
Me: Right…
Other Guy: “Woody?”
Me: Not buying it
Other Guy: “yo mama?”
Me: Very funny.
The mysterious character faded away
Me: Hey wait! We could be bestsellers!! We could make millions! Come back!
But the mysterious character was already gone.
Me: *Sigh* Ah well, on with the story
Me: Bill the termite woke up thinking it would be another boring day. He went out of the plank of wood he called home, and he and his home got squashed by a human.
The End
it sucks, right?
