to celebrate national novel writing month (or the unfortunately nicknamed "NaNoWriMo") this year i will spare myself the white-hair-inducing effects of writing 50,000 words in the month of November by writing a story a day.
these stories will be of any length and veer into any territory i wish. the idea is for me to write one a day for every day of november. these will be first drafts with minimal editing.
if you are into any of it. please comment below! perhaps you can help me figure out if there's ANYthing in these stories worth adapting or polishing into something awesome.
story 19. young christian fruit. (by jenny yang. friday, november 22, 2013)
my only regret in life is i did not exploit the weaknesses of shallow young women. i spent too much time occupied with god. god. the ultimate cockblock.
i was a smart kid but i missed that old adage oh, what was it again? if you don’t start a band to get girls, then you’re dumb as shit? granted, it was for god in the first place that my buddy rob and i started our band. i got out my rock n roll by night while i played king of the band nerds in orchestra by day. the suburb of pasadena was not a hub of counter-culture so a christian band of an asian guy and some white dudes felt about right.
our set lists included original masterpieces that praised the lord and some covers that were favorites with the church set. it was u2 and the police on our walkmans but they were not godly enough for public consumption. we didn’t have the right hair length or smoldering anger anyway....