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Start Writing and Get Us Laughing Contest Submission: I Did It for the Story!
This week we are presenting you the 2nd place winner in our “Start Writing and Get Us Laughing” contest!
The point of the contest was pretty simple – write an amusing story about freelance writing (fictional or from your own experience).
We’ve identified 5 winners of the contest and wanted to highlight these contest submissions for you.
Make sure check back next week – the winning submission will be waiting for you!
“I Did It for the Story” by Shad W.
It was a cold December day in downtown Manhattan, NY. I was in my mid-twenty’s, but acted as old as I possibly could. Nokia had flown me in from Chicago to demo a new product line. I was in sales and dressed as if I was an Executive. The BIG launch was filled with various “Suits” and Corporate so-and-so’s.
My Oban on was on its last rock when I saw her. She was taking photos of the event and I couldn’t help but notice her outfit. She appeared in what could be labeled a secretaries uniform. However, below her designer skirt was a pair high top Chuck Taylor’s.
I wasn’t totally sure if it was her luscious lips or her strawberry colored hair or just her shoes, but I knew I had to talk to her.
I rolled the dice and went up to her and said, “Damn I hate these things.”
She looked at me for a moment with a puzzled face and said, “I thought I was the only one.”
She then asked me what I was doing there, leading towards thee idea that I didn’t belong with these big wigs. I did what anyone my age would do, I told a little white lie. I told her I was a freelance writer for the New York Times.
With just one fine lie I had won over her approval. The BIG launch came and went and when it was done she asked me out for a drink.
Unsure what a freelance writer drinks I ordered the first thing that came to my mind, a whiskey sour. She happened to drink them as well. Our conversation grew and grew, she became infatuated with the idea that I worked for the Times. She said it was her dream to work there and she would do anything for a chance to prove herself.
A few more lies later we end up in my hotel room. It didn’t stop there… A few weeks later I lost my “Real” job and moved to NY to be closer to her. I spent countless nights trying to create artistic writings and stories.
One day she told me she applied for a job at the Times and used my name as an internal reference. The Times told her they had no idea who I was or where I came from. She left me, but before she did she gave me a photo. It was of a monkey trying to type, on top of the photo was a post-it note that read “The difference between you and a monkey is that the monkey doesn’t try to hide the fact he is a fake.”
Just below that it said, “Also the monkey has a bigger penis than you do.”
Editor’s note: Great story, Shad! It would fit greatly as a starting plot twist for some sort of a romantic comedy 
Thank you for participating in our contest!
Coming up, next week – the contest winner!
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