AcmeShorts

The contemporary short-short has its work cut out for it. How does one write something that is at least one of the following: Witty, pithy, thought-provoking, crude, nasty, horny or racist-disguised-as-social-commentary? It's a difficult racket. 500 words or less, an idea or two, and a deadline. Tough going indeed.

There have been successes: This short has humor and a hint of pathos. This short is a delightful tale of envy leading to rapscallion behavior. But this short was clearly written by a cunt.

Now don't get me wrong; cunts can write good shorts. But the singular focus of the Graylink Farthammer series is Graylick's wretched nature. But what examples do we get? None. All we know is that he "was too busy removing the last, deadly flecks of his character from his book to notice she [Alice] had even left." Does that make him devoid of soul as the author suggests? Nay; just a bad husband.

However, the cunt writer in question has done nothing to expand upon the character, or lack thereof, of Buttlick Dambledumper. The writer, who has sullied a fine coach's good name, is Graymail Famblestumper himself, only real. His main character has no character and our author prattles on for something to say, but says nothing, even after 1157 words. Now perhaps I'm missing the point. After all, I am not a writer, per se, but a lover of the printed word. Author, I say give a reason, A REASON, DAMN IT, to love Hartlump Stamplestumper as much as you do.