Untitled Short Story
A short story using the improv fiction technique // also: note to self about publishing things
I ran into him the other day. I don’t know if he recognized me, but I sure recognized him.
It was the look on his face that got me. How serious it was. His hardened, stone-cold eyes pierced my soul.
I began to tremble. Everything went blank as a thousand thoughts rushed through my mind.
Is this it? Will I ever see my family again? Will he show me any mercy? What should I do? Is there anything I *can* do? Why me? What did I do to deserve this?
Of course, the him I’m talking about is Ronald McDonald. My longtime nemesis. I’ve been avoiding him for a while now. Ever since I crossed him one day several years back.
He has been planning his revenge all this time. I know it.
Note: I realized at some point while writing this that it’s basically a rehash of another story I wrote. The one with the Pringles guy.
So I stopped writing it and left it in my drafts. I came back a week later and decided to publish it anyway. Because the point of this substack is to just *do stuff* – write and publish even if it’s not great or entirely new or as good as you want. Just write and publish, that’s the important part.