Beth: “Get me a job.”
Employment specialist: “Okay. Please fill out this form listing your skills and interests.”
Beth: “Look, buddy, your job is to get me a job. Don’t make me do your work for you.”
Employment specialist: “Okay. Burger Bar is hiring.”
Beth: “Not that job, get me something better.”
Employment specialist: “Okay. How about president of the United States?”
Beth: “Oh, please. Be realistic.”
Employment specialist: “Now we’re back to Burger Bar.”

“Getting a job sucks,” Beth realized, so she tried out another strategy.
She considered standing at a street corner and asking people for money, but that would take too long.
Instead, she decided to hang out near the 7-eleven and bum instant-win lottery tickets. It seemed promising! Every time she spotted someone with a ticket, she explained how much she needed a break and asked if she could have it, and almost every time, they gave it to her!
But after several weeks without a single jackpot, she gave up and went back to the drawing board.

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Okay, I admit, I don’t know where to take this story, I’ll add to it later if I think of something, but in the meantime, let’s do this: Take the first line and WRITE YOUR OWN STORY that follows, in the comments below.

That’s the first line I thought of, and I liked it so much that I couldn’t help trying to turn it into something. Maybe you’ll have more success than me.

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“Use your words,” her mother often chided to help Jesse through frustration and impatience of childhood, and once she mastered those infinite combinations of letters, those endless compilations of phonemes, her childhood seemed to fall behind her, and everyone around her began to treat her, more or less, as an adult.

“Sticks and stones may break my bones,” she often replied to children who teased her about her advanced vocabulary, “but words will never hurt me.” She stopped saying that after one child picked up a small rock and hurled it at her, striking her in the neck and bruising her sternocleidomastoid.

Even her father, a school psychologist at the local junior high school (who secretly wished to be a motivational speaker, Jesse felt certain), reinforced her powerful conviction that words shape reality each time he reminded her that, “Your reality is nothing more than the story you tell yourself.”

The teachers she most admired further entrenched her faith in nouns, verbs and prepositions, showing real-life, world-changing applications throughout history, including the Civil Rights Movement and famous quips like “The pen is mightier than the sword.”

As her knowledge and understanding of the wider world expanded, so did her confidence and her willingness to step into new roles and try out new experiences. “What’s the worst that could happen?” she asked herself simply. “If anything goes awry, words will always be there to rescue me and set everything aright.”

During freshman year of college, in a creative writing course, Jesse met her soulmate, Jimmy. They were kindred spirits, sharing an equal fascination with all things lexical. Together, they attended plays, sat in the shade on campus and read, and argued about their favorite punctuation. Jesse loved the interrobang above all others, for obvious reasons, while Jimmy revered the pilcrow more than it deserved. Sure, it was cute, but utterly useless. Somehow, though, she found it in her heart to forgive his lack of practicality and taste.

Incrementally, inevitably, they fell irreversibly in love.

They married after spring semester, and by winter, a bouncing baby boy entered their home. The child was adorable, much of the time, but less so when he cried, when he filled his diapers with the most offensive-smelling goo several times each day, when he peed in the bath, which often hit her in the face, and when he laughed and laughed at that like it was the funniest thing he had ever seen in his entire, short life.

Jesse longed for her past when she had plenty of time to read, but now, even when the infant fell asleep, she felt too tired to crack open a book, and even when she did, she was too exhausted to sink into its plot like a warm bath, to absorb its comforting illusions, and to escape this unruly and unkind reality.

The evening after the toddler’s first birthday party, when a weary Jesse realized that she had only made it HALF WAY through diapers, and that the “terrible twos” would then begin by the time potty training stopped, that she might need to wait until the child turned five and spent half the day at school before she could hope to properly balance her life again, sank to her knees in despair and wept. How could everything have come to this?!

The desperate interrobang at the end of her question comforted her just enough to regain the slightest grip on her senses. On her inner strength. On her determination, and above all, on her savior – words! Words had never let her down before, and they would not desert her now in her hour of need! “Use my words!” she reminded herself, a desperate hope suddenly welling up inside.

Two words, that is. Two words that would fix everything! A sentence, sort of, despite the lack of predicate. An exclamation, actually, which she had learned from her creative writing professor the year before.

Jesse slowly rose from the floor. She stood, tentatively at first, then firm and determined. Yes, she would utter the words. She would make all the bad go away. She would set everything into its proper place.

She took half a dozen steps to the front door, opened it, then turned her face back toward the home’s interior and its two occupants, and shouted the words:

“Plot twist!”

With that, she stepped outside and strode away into the gathering dusk.

She didn’t know where she would go, or where her new plot would carry her, but she would work everything out in good time. She would revise as needed and create happy endings to each and every day. Reality was nothing more than the story she told herself, she told herself, and she would tell herself the best story she possibly could.

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