Alphabet Project: Letter A

Alphabet Project: Letter A

I've talked about this before, but several years ago I started this Alphabet Project. For a brief explanation, basically I randomly choose a subject from a speech topic book, and I write a brief flash fiction story. My goal is to try my hand at different genres and writing methods, and pretty much to write my way through the alphabet. Sadly it feels like I've talked about it more than I've actually worked on it. 

So here I am still talking about it, but now with a plan. I'm going to post each story I've written so far, and by the end I aim to have more of the alphabet completed, potentially all of it. 

Where else to start, but with letter A?

My first topic was Anger Management and while I was still trying to figure out how this was going to work, I knew I didn't want to focus on horror and mystery like the majority of my writing. At the same time, the movie Sin City was in theaters (meaning I started this nearly 12 years ago, and that's depressing, but also more incentive to finish) and Marv was the perfect embodiment of 'anger management'. With that image I was able to write the story with an amoral Marv fairly quickly, and even today being mostly finished with the alphabet, this is one of my favorites of the project. 

Like I said I’m only here because that jerk off of a boss knows if he fires me I’ll tell the truth about him cheating on his wife, with my fucking wife. That’s right, that fucker was fucking my wife on his ‘lunch break,’ while I was working like a witless pencil pusher for that dickless prick. I know, I know ‘calm down’ right? This is a court ordered session. I don’t know what the fuck for, he deserves more than the beat down that I gave him last month. Doc, can you honestly blame a hardworking guy like me, after finding out my wife was cheating on me with my boss? Shit the bitch deserves a beating also, but I can’t go to jail for that cunt.

“You know doc, I never thought a shrink could look so damn hot. Or do you use those tits of yours to get dicks like me to start talking? Shit I’d tell you my account number if you asked. Not that you’d need it with the prices crooks like you charge.

“Yea I know this is about me, not you. Well, I’ll admit I always had some anger problems, I guess. Dumb guys like me gotta use our fists cuz the only thing we do know is that our brains don’t get the job done.”
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— by Alex Azar

To read the full story, head over to Anger Management.

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