Writer's Korner: Sneak Preview!!!

Here's a taste of some of the great things to come from our fiction/book club section:

The man smiled. He smelled like onions and cologne, like McDonald’s and Armani, like he was the suave, clean-cut frat boy of daylight hours while the puking, stumbling, bleary-eyed Night Boy stood behind him. But he was just one man. And he stood in front of the counter at the Gap. He wanted to buy some khakis, he said. Elliot, bored, and irritated by both his presence and his confusing pungency, pointed him to the back, where Esther was using the t-shirt folding table. Elliot hated the folding table; it always made her feel like a cooze. But when she had tried to hand-fold the shirts, the manager “had a chat” with her. The manager kept repeating herself and Elliot had burned a hole in her pocket by fiddling with a concealed lighter...

...The man walked away with his odor, to Esther's station of reverse entropy. Elliot watched her sister's face as the man walked in front of her, and Esther wrinkled her nose and, when she saw Elliot was watching, made a barfing gesture, noiselessly, as the man was just beside her. He gazed up and down a shelf of Pleat-Front Relaxed-Cut Boot-leg Cuffless Khakis, before attempting to grab a size above his head. He jumped, grabbed, and the entire stack of silly pants came tumbling down and around him. He stood, covered in pants, as Elliot made her eyes focus out of daydreaming about lunchtime and how McDonald's was a great idea, the smell brought back such cheeseburgery memories. Elliot went over to help clean up this asshole's mess, Esther got up from the folding table, and the three started to pick up pants and stack them in a bundle...

HOW TRUE!!!

Well that's just a taste for now, remember fiction submissions are accepted every TUESDAY !!!