Below you will find the results of my having challenged myself for a number of days to write a short story with a beginning and middle and an end inside of 30 minutes. Here is what I came up with. I hope you like it.
Alec K Redfearn had inadvertently conjured up some malevolent beast with his magicks! The angry creature squatted on the singed carpet, enveloped in vapor and gnawing on a Richard Kern coffee table book.
“Zounds,” exclaimed Alec! “I’d best get rid of this foul imp ‘fore my old lady returns home!”
Rifling through his closet, Redfearn discovered an oar, a remnant of his days on the AS220 crew team. The length and cumbersome design of the implement meant that Alec required a few passes before fitting it through the doorway to his sanctum sanctorum.
The wretched spirit, by this point, was sufficiently comfortable in its environs to rifle through the blu-ray and DVD collection. With the damned thing distracted, Alec struck swiftly, smiting the nauseating invader on the equivalent of its noggin with the weighty AS220 oar!
Within moments, it was evident that Alec’s blow had done more to startle the demonic presence than to authentically injure it. Young Redfearn waved the oar like a talisman to ward off the onslaught of blu-rays, DVDs and LPs that were so suddenly flung his way.
The unholy shade gibbered like a minor league ball player who’d swallowed a deposit of chewing tobacco. As Alec thrust at its clammy midsection with the sturdy AS220 oar, it attempted to slither under the couch, but was blocked by the presence of a Fender Precision® Bass concealed beneath that piece of furniture.
Alec tackled the disgusting, globular creature and attempted to subdue it with some esoteric form of painful elbow manipulation.
Unwilling to admit defeat, the loathsome intruder locked its powerful jaws onto Young Redfearn’s kneecap.
His screams, coupled with the demon’s bewildered yammering, disturbed the neighbors, a cadre of young men and women who performed in a musical aggregation, and who once nearly shared a stage with Cold Cave.
Finding preternatural strength within him, Alec managed to suppress the infernal nuisance under a throw pillow. With his adversary’s protests muffled, Young Redfearn was able to collect his thoughts.
“I must sacrifice an ex-bandmate in order to dismiss this otherworldly blob! Yet, who?”