We recently hired someone internally full-time.”Īnd that was that. After all, ReNu Magazine had been his client for almost a year. I’m actually calling to let you know that moving forward, we’ll no longer require your service.” “I sent the payment for that piece to your bank this morning. Most of his research was pulled straight from Wikipedia. It was hard for Ru to forget that assignment. First, thank you for your last article, the one on the state of Canada’s water reserve.” He didn’t think anyone who asked this really cared how he was doing. “Hey Ru, this is Betha from ReNu Magazine.
It was his client for his other writing gig. He’d come up with something clever or poetic, like inventing a fake Chinese proverb – something people ordinarily wouldn’t expect from a regular fortune cookie. Some days the words came gushing out, his creative juices flowing. His computer screen stared back at him blankly. The good food was one of the few perks of living in this dingy cramped room, which was more of a shoebox than an apartment. The smell of steamed pork dumplings and stir-fried seafood made him feel at home, minus the sweltering heat in the summer with no air conditioning. His apartment always stank of cooking oils, but he didn’t mind. Ru’s client was the Chinese restaurant downstairs, Chen’s Restaurant. Even if the predictions came true, it was because the fortunes were generic enough to apply to anyone, like “Good things will come if you wait long enough.” Any sane person knew these fortunes weren’t imbued with magical foreshadowing powers. Coming up with predictions that went inside fortune cookies was pathetic. What will be today’s fortune? The grey sky outside his apartment window made him feel hopeless. Ru sat at his desk, overlooking the busy Chinatown street. He harbors guilt from his deceased parents who often blames him for his career choice for their predicament. I ended up writing a story about a young man who lives pay check to paycheck as a fortune cookie ghostwriter. The genre for me was drama, the theme scapegoating, and one of the characters is a ghostwriter. Yesterday, I submitted my assignment for the NYC Midnight Short Story Challenge. So, lately, I’ve been practicing my writing by creating short stories. I’ve put my project on hold because I’ve been stuck making the plot and dialogue work. For the past two years, I’ve been taking creative writing classes and working on a children’s fantasy fiction novel.
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