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“What a hot story, makes for a good Short,” said Fred. “Congrats on both counts. Wow! 3 am -- gotta go.”
“Bye,” said Frank. “I’m just gonna whip this off and post it.” He drained his glass of Cornas, turned to his laptop and started in. ‘…on the train at Hoyt Schermerhorn turning short ideas over in my head. Character with funny name maybe, doing something outlandish and…’
Meanwhile, Fred sprinted down the block to his apartment, ran upstairs 3 steps at a time,flung himself down at his computer and hammered away at the keyboard. “I just got the BEST Short idea,” he said to his cat, Eugenio. ‘…had just pulled out of Jay St. when I noticed this hot bitch giving me a beaver shot under her skirt and I started getting…’
Meanwhile Frank was also hammering away: ‘…on her knees as the train thundered through the…’ The phone rang. He picked up. No one.
Fred slammed down the receiver and resumed frantically typing. ‘…entered Broadway/Nassau and her wet snatch at the same…’
“Weird,” thought Frank putting down the phone and walking back to his desk. “Second time in 3 minutes.” ‘…was living the best Short EVER! Lucky no one got on at Canal ‘cause I was cock-deep in her anal…’
Fred was reaching the home stretch as Frank was. ‘….pulled out to give her a facial but the train jerked and I shot wide of her…’
‘…off the train at W. 4th, ran home and wrote this short about it.’
Frank decided to wait until the morning to post…
Date Written: March 18, 2004
Author: John Slocum
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