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.
Wallace had been picked to go all-state on the mincing team. He was, far and away, the most talented mincer F Gary Powers High School had seen in years. His older brother, Prewallace, was an outstanding mincer, winning state twice in the 1990s; but Wallace’s mincing was natural and unstoppable.
Kids at rival schools used to examine F Gary Powers newly gotten mincing power like Talmudic Scholars studying a brand new issue of the Talmud. A respected journalist at The Froonfaroon Scimitar openly speculated that the mincing team’s rise to power was a direct result of Coach President Garfield-Shooter selling his soul to pro wrestling great The Magnificent Don Muraco, although he offered no evidence beyond a macabre dream he’d once had.
The mincing team’s success resulted from their unorthodox midnight-to-six practice schedule at Mince Hall and their dependence on bribery and amphetamines.
Still, no amount of skullduggery could take away from Wallace’s pure mincing ability.