a pointless story with absolutely no point
"It's beautiful." Nellie turned the fanfic over and over in her hands, rereading portions again and again, blue eyes playing thoughtfully over participles and predicates.
Tad brightened at her remark. "I was hoping you'd like it."
"It's beautiful," Nellie repeated, then sighed. "But it just won't do."
"What do you mean 'it won't do'?"
"It's not what I need for the paper. You know we're short on song fics and AAMRNs this term."
Tad almost choked. "Ash and Misty Romance Novels?! Take the place of my masterpiece? You have to be kidding."
"We have a quota."
"A quota of clichés," Tad retorted.
Nellie smiled. "So, you at least know the name of the paper."
Tad scowled and mumbled something about creativity. Then he decided to submit his story at FanFiction.Net, where the flamers and spammers gave him an utterly ridiculous idea for a story that later turned into a Pulitzer Prize winning novel, The Spam and the Fury.
Yes, this is what happens when I'm bored, and I write without using my brain, SO . . .
Let the flames begin!
