New Name, Same Old Story--Charles Placard 4A Story by Michael StevensCharles Placard's next attempt to become a famous author!
New Name, Same
Old Story By Mike Stevens A Charles Placard
Tale
“Al Blank held the welder in his left hand, but his mind was already at
the party. He was going to drink like a fish, and crash on his friend’s couch.
Before he could go to the party, he had to finish this welding job. NASA had
commissioned his boss’s company to weld their spaceship. But, since it was only
a mock-up, and would never go into space, he didn’t have to check his welds for
strength. He quickly ran a weld around the window, and called it good. After
all, he had a party to go to…
“Ahhh!” screamed the beautiful blond astronaut as she was being sucked
out of the airlock. Her shriek of terror was cut off in mid-scream as her lungs
drew nothing but the vacuum of space. Astronaut Zachary Taylor Kershaw, better
known in the bars around Houston as ‘Zeke’, knew that if he didn’t plug the
hole near the window, he too would suffer the same fate. Zeke was thinking for
a moment of how he’d miss having a hot girl sharing the canned air of the
spacecraft. Man, had she ever had…he wrenched his mind from pleasurable
thoughts back to less-pleasurable thoughts, such as stopping the oxygen that
was rushing out the hole in the ship with incredible speed. He desperately
looked around, until his eyes came to rest on Jolene’s seat cushion. It was as
tall as she was, cushioning her gorgeous bod…now was not the time for
daydreams. He shook his head to clear it, grabbed the cushion, and stuffed it
in the hole. There, it was working. Just a little bit further, and…suddenly,
the cushion made a loud sucking sound, as it too was pulled through the hole
into nothingness. Great! His watering eyes resumed their frantic search, but to
no avail. He had removed his seat cushion from the spacecraft because it felt
uncomfortable. There was nothing else to stop the air, he realized with a
sinking feeling.” Jasper Winger reread what he’d just
written, and kept up his furious writing until he reached the end. Using his
new name, Charles Placard would send in his new book to Behemoth Press, and
they’d grant Jasper Winger a book deal, and not have the preconceived notions
that had kept him from reaching dramatic success under his real name. Behemoth Press was going crazy, crazy with
laughter. A book manuscript was making the rounds. It was at least as funny as
anything Charles Placard had written, and Charles had mysteriously vanished. So
without Charles, Behemoth was looking for a new comedy writer. “Hello?” Charles breathed into the phone.
He had just answered the ringing telephone, and heard, “Yes, is Mr. Jasper Winger there?” “No, this is the home of…”, what was he
saying? Anyone calling for that name had to be from Behemoth Press. “Ah, that
is to say, speaking.” “Yes, Mr. Winger, my bosses here at
Behemoth Press would like to offer you a book deal. They loved what they read.” Charles was vindicated! Because they
thought his name was Justin Winger, and not Charles Placard, they had read what
he wrote with no preconceptions. “That’s great,” he replied. “Wonderful! We’d like to set up a time
where we can meet you and work out the particulars.” “I’m free to come in at any time.” He’d
keep the meeting, and enjoy the moment they realized he was Charles Placard. “How about tomorrow morning at 10.00?” “10.00am sounds great, I’ll be there.” “Great; we all are looking forward to
meeting a man with such comic writing ability.”
After Charles slammed the receiver down in
disgust, he tried to figure out what he should do next. He loathed the idea of
finding another blue-collar job. They were fine for regular people, but he was
irregular! He was sick and tired of everyone else telling him he should give up
on his dream of being a successful dramatic writer. He knew deep in his heart
he would someday be considered great. He just had to figure out a way to
showcase his talent. Then, he had it, the perfect way to showcase it. If a
regular book publisher wouldn’t publish his dramatic work, he would publish it
himself! The End
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Added on September 23, 2012 Last Updated on September 23, 2012 Tags: story; author; no clue AuthorMichael StevensAboutI write for fun; I write comedy pieces and some dramatic stuff. I have no formal writing education, and I have a fear of being told I suck, and maybe I should give up on writing, and get a job makin.. more..Writing
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