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.
Soon, it became evident that Dave’s Smurf fan fiction was simply a means to work out his de Sadean sexual fantasies in a ‘safe’ context. Most of the tales involved, “Sassy Smurf” or “Secret Agent Smurf” injuring themselves while picking Smurfberries and requiring a prolonged and extensively detailed physical examination from the enigmatic “Healer Smurf.”
Dave was drummed out of The Smurf Defense League for “unsmurflike behavior” and “inappropriate language.” The SDL was 350 pounds lighter by the end of that afternoon.
Dave was quickly drafted by Truly Smurfy Central, a rival Smurf worship group that met at the Starbucks at Garden City on Sunday nights.
Much to Blue Beetle’s chagrin, Dave spilled a lot of sensitive SDL info to his new comrades. BB sent out an scouring series of emails to discredit Dave, but the damage seemed to have been done.