Contest #173 winner 🏆

How to Return a Book Titled "How to Improve Your Writing in Five Easy Steps" in Five Easy Steps

Submitted into Contest #173 in response to: Write about a character going to great lengths to return an unwanted gift.... view prompt

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Funny Fiction

It was an anxious and desperate night; my sweat fell in torrents—except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by the violent shriek of a middle-aged white woman with an unchecked ego which swept up the aisles (for it is in Walmart that our scene lies), rattling along the plastic toy displays, and fiercely agitating the volatile attitude of the underpaid sixteen-year-old who struggled against the onslaught of last-minute shoppers.

There I stood, holding my unopened copy of How to Improve Your Writing in Five Easy Steps, resting on my two sore feet which had been purpled with bruises from a long day of standing in front of a whiteboard teaching calculus to a full room of glass-eyed freshmen, rocking back and forth slightly to relieve the pressure on each in sequence, at the back of the customer service line, which meandered like a ball python around the corner and past the self-checkout machines where a gaggle of elderly shoppers out well past their bedtimes were trying (and failing) to scan the last of the pre-made pies from the bakery section; and I wondered why oh why I waited until the last day of the 30-day return period to get $11.99 in store credit for the book that my coworker gave me for my birthday after I mentioned briefly during a meeting that I had a passing interest in writing as a distraction from the impossibly dense textbooks about integration on abstract measure spaces, debating whether or not I should just bite the bullet and put the book up with the rest of the unread books that sat collecting dust in the small library I had assembled in my home office; then the line shifted ahead by a single person and every one of us stepped two feet forward in a cascade whose wake worked its way at a uniform pace backward down the line, and we crawled ever closer to the paradise shrouded in the pale light of a tube bulb that hanged by two partially-rusted chains above the light blue counter, behind which stood the underpaid sixteen-year-old who ran from the line of customers to the computer and then to the phone and finally back to the line of customers which appeared to recede infinitely into the horizon and merge with the power tools for sale on the far wall; and in my boredom, my growing sense of ennui that caused me to rock faster and sweat harder and question why everything in my life felt so overwrought in the tedium of this capitalistic modus operandi that served only to degrade the consumer’s patience to the point where they simply accept the mediocre product and let the money remain squarely in the pocket of the corporation, I decided to open the book to the first page to see what I could possibly be missing out on by putting it back on the shelf from whence it came.

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Step 1: Avoid clichés and overly-long, melodramatic, or unnecessarily extravagant sentences. 

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When I was almost done reading the page, I heard the person behind me speak to get my attention.

“Whatcha got there?”

I turned around to see a woman, the most… (I peered down at the book) average-looking woman I’ve ever seen. She had… eyes and… hair. 

Not particularly interested in having a conversation with the stranger behind me in line, but having nowhere else to go and not being one to be blatantly rude, I responded.

“Oh, just a book I’m returning.”

“What’s the book about?”

“How to improve your writing.”

“Interesting! Are you a writer?”

“No, I’m not. That’s why I’m returning it.”

“Why’d you buy the book then?”

“I didn’t buy it, it was a gift.”

“You’re returning a gift?”

“It’s not like he’ll know I’m returning it.”

“But the principle, y’know?”

“Who cares about principle when I can have store credit?”

“Well, okay.”

“Yeah. It’ll save me on my next grocery run.”

“Who got the book for you?”

“My coworker.”

“Why did he get it for you?”

“My birthday.”

“Does he know you’re not a writer?”

“He should. I told him it was just a hobby to get away from my job.”

“Oh, okay. What do you do for your job?”

“I’m a professor at the local community college.”

“What do you teach?”

“Calculus.”

“Do you like teaching?”

“I do, but it’s been tough. None of my students are particularly engaged with the material.”

“Oof, I understand them, I never liked math.”

“What do you like, then?”

“Writing!”

“Is that what you do for a living?”

“Yes! I’m working on a book right now.”

“What’s it about?”

“Not sure yet. I still have many directions I can take it.”

“Well, that’s good. Always nice to have options.”

“Yes, definitely.”

“Say, what are you doing in this line?”

“Oh, me? I’m looking for a book about how I can improve my writing.”

“Huh, would you like this book, then? Five bucks sound fair for it? It’d save us both a bunch of time and you’d get a good deal.”

“Oh, no thank you.”

“Why not?”

“I already have that book.”

“What book are you looking for, then?”

How to Make Your Writing Better in Five Simple Stages.

“Sounds pretty similar to this one.”

“Oh no, they’re totally different.”

“How are they different?”

“Seems pretty obvious to me.”

“Hmm, alright. Was this one helpful when you first read it?”

“Definitely. It has some great steps.”

I took her statement as a cue to take a look at the next page.

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Step 2: Keep your dialogue interesting and short. Advance the plot and don’t rehash things previously covered in exposition for no reason.

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“Nice talking to you.”

The line had shifted forward considerably during our conversation, and I ventured into the next leg of my adventure: the Gates. 

Through the automatic doors came and went people whom I could only describe as those who gave rise to the term “lowest common denominator.” I saw a steady incoming stream of sparkling-eyed children leading their parents by their hands toward the section of playthings and knick-knacks that spanned every color on and off the rainbow. Equal and opposite went the monotonous, hollow shuffle of zombified consumers carrying bags full of the latest race car sets and doll houses. The Keeper stood in the middle, donned in her vest and nametag, greeting those coming in, thanking those going out, and receiving no response from either group.

Seeing that I still had quite a ways to go, I reminisced on my journey thus far.

It started in the Forge, where I was surrounded by tools of unknown purpose. Throngs of strong, rotund, bearded men grunted to one another like boars, picking up hammers of various sizes and putting them down after a few firm swings. Then the Smith approached and guided them to the selection of drills kept under lock and key behind the plexiglass. They were so enchanted by the multitude of sizes, lengths, power ratings, and attachments that they became children again. “Can I have this one? No, wait, this one! No, no, both!” As the line moved on, I looked back and saw the gnarled maws full of unwashed fangs that constituted their beaming smiles.

Then came Cyberspace, the future, but now! Google-faced and scrawny, the inhabitants spoke in encoded, rhythmic bursts, peppering in theorems and figures every few words. They prodded at the laptops and tapped on the tablets, diligently inspecting each for their CPUs, GPUs, RAMs, GUIs, and a bunch of other acronyms unknown to me. One by one, they approached the Scholar for his wisdom in the fields of payment plans and extended warranties; and one by one, he imparted this knowledge to each one of his students. The last thing I saw before the line moved on was the metal-filled mouth of a joyful tech-enthusiast as he smiled at his brand-new wireless stylus.

The Boutique was the next stop. Everywhere I looked, I saw the finest polyesters and cottons displayed elegantly on their plastic hangers. There was a wide selection of superhero underwear and stylish short-sleeved shirts adorned with wise proverbs such as “Sarcastic Comment Loading… Please Wait.” The Seamstress assisted the ladies in selecting the garments that were most flattering to them, then guided them to the dressing rooms where they promptly put them back on the racks after trying them on. Once the line moved on, I saw the pearly smile of a young woman who clearly used too many of those whitening strips as she spun around in a tacky rainbow dress.

I then found myself in Utopia, where children ran about, gazing in wonder at everything they ever wanted. There were dolls, action figures, monster trucks, board games, bouncy balls, drum sets, and all those other little things that kids love and parents eventually “accidentally” throw out during spring cleaning The centerpiece was a plastic cooking set with pots, pans, spatulas, and a sink, and a burner that simulated heat with LED lights under the stovetop. A large group of children, girls and boys, flocked around the cooking set and begged their parents with big puppy-dog eyes to buy it for them. Each parent agreed in sequence, and as the line moved on, I saw the cavity-filled teeth of children smiling up at their moms and dads. 

The Meadow followed, where I was met with the sickeningly sweet smells of drooping roses and daisies with missing petals. There was a pimply teenager in a white dress shirt, brown khakis, and haphazard tie ruffling through the selection of corsages, working his way through the displays in order of ascending price. The Florist came up behind him and pointed toward a rather pretty one with orchids. While it appeared to be a bit outside his budget, she managed to convince him to spend a little extra on his special girl, and as we walked away, I saw his smile which showed off his apparently freshly-brushed teeth.

I trekked through each of these departments over the course of five grueling hours. After the trials I overcame, the people I faced, the headache-inducing light I endured, I was surprised I had even made it this far. 

After reminiscing, I looked at the book again.

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Step 3: Keep everything that is absolutely necessary; cut out everything that is not absolutely necessary.

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I was nearing the front of the line, so I turned to the next page.

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Step 4: Ensure your characters have strong motivations.

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… I had motivation.

I was ambitious throughout my entire life. I went to undergrad, where I achieved a 4.0 GPA and got published in a somewhat prestigious journal, which guaranteed my admission to grad school where I wrote the most thorough thesis the department had ever seen, which allowed me to achieve my dream of becoming a college professor. Everything I needed to do, I did. I kept my head high every day, knowing that I had been “certified” as someone of greater intelligence. Someone who would not deign to step foot in a Walmart.

Yet in the end, I stood for five hours in the same place as all of these other people. These people who lived lives just as important as mine, yet were far more willing to spend a few dollars on a trinket that made them happy. My success, if it could be called that, didn’t make me spectacularly wealthy enough to simply keep the book in my library or give it away. Some part of me decided that it was worth my time and sanity to get the measly pennies for the gift I never wanted. I thought for a moment, and questioned if I was any less a cog in the system as anyone else. As I thought more, I questioned whether or not I was a well-defined person at all. Did I define myself in terms of everything that constituted me, or did I define myself in terms of everything that I was not? Why did I feel the need to put myself above everyone else to feel like I mattered? Was I truly motivated?

… Yes.

Yes.

Yes! I did!

I was there for the credit.

The $11.99.

Though I could only spend it at Walmart, the prospect of free money was one only a fool would turn down, and I was no fool. How happy can a life be without a little bit of mindless consumerism?

It would be magnificent! I would walk through the aisles like a king through his land, dignified and important. I could buy the extra-large bag of frozen pizza bagels, miniaturized and microwavable for my convenience, topped with tiny cubes of what could only be legally described as “pepperoni meat product.” Or I could buy the battery-powered pillow ring with three massage settings that offered the “most relaxing rear-end experience” and still have 99 cents left over to buy a melted Snickers bar from the shelf by the checkout. Or perhaps, I could buy the three-in-one ultimate utensil complete with a spork, knife, and cheese tongs. Better yet, I could buy the double-decker cat tower, though I would need to adopt a cat to really get my money’s worth on it. These things, and everything else, were all at my fingertips, begging to be taken home with me!

Yes!

I could have it all!

It would all be mine!

I wanted it!

Needed it!

If not to use, to have!

To know the glory of! 

Just like the last page of this god-forsaken book!

*****

Step 5: Introduce a plot twist.

*****

I approached the counter, as it was finally my turn.

“Hi, I’d like to return this item.”

“Do you have the original receipt?”

November 26, 2022 01:17

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101 comments

Mike Panasitti
02:25 Nov 30, 2022

Jacob, clearly both the right and left sides of your brain have clearly firing synapses. This is a cerebral story whose humor makes it fare for anyone with a taste for the literary. For spare-time work, this is extremely well done.

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Jacob Brown
01:46 Dec 01, 2022

Thank you so much! I'm really glad that I'm not 100% a math nerd :)

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14:01 Nov 26, 2022

O, Jacob! I love this. Every. single. word. Crafted beautifully. Rollicking fun all the way to the "plot twist." Thanks for the smile this morning :) :) :) Best line: How happy can a life be without a little bit of mindless consumerism? (Tis the season, for sure.)

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Jacob Brown
01:52 Nov 27, 2022

Thank you so much for your kind words! You've made my evening :)

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16:01 Dec 02, 2022

JACOB BROWN FOR THE WIN

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Brian Perez
16:54 Dec 03, 2022

LOL. I was about to write a diatribe on the inordinately long sentence in your second paragraph, but when I got to Rule 1 I started laughing. You got me. Very nice tale. Very funny. Congrats on the win!

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Jacob Brown
00:14 Dec 04, 2022

Thank you! Glad you fell for the "trick," haha :)

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23:30 Nov 26, 2022

Jacob, This was a fun story to read. I love how you work with the “rules”: of writing while making a commentary on consumerism.

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Jacob Brown
01:53 Nov 27, 2022

I'm glad you liked it! I thought it would be fun to play with (and break!) the rules a bit :)

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09:19 Dec 03, 2022

I almost stopped reading in the first paragraph on "fiercely agitating the volatile attitude of the underpaid sixteen-year-old", and then thankfully found out it was a joke on bad writing in the second paragraph. In the middle was the single worst conversation I've ever read on reedsy haha, I enjoyed how you went all the way with your anti-patterns. Definitely a unique entry, congrats on the win.

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Jacob Brown
00:16 Dec 04, 2022

Thank you! I tried to make the conversation as unbearable as possible, much like most conversations one has after a long day of waiting in line :)

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Eileen Turner
21:51 Dec 01, 2022

Absolutely well done!

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Jacob Brown
16:32 Dec 02, 2022

Thank you so much! :)

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Rebecca Miles
18:31 Dec 01, 2022

I wonder how many of us on the platform have one or two of these books lying around which we'll never read and would like to exchange for a melted snickers bar and a zingy thingy to have and to hold! This could be read, profitably and far more enjoyable than said book. Well done, a blast from start to finish and I've recapped on 5 big writer's tips, bonus!

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Jacob Brown
16:32 Dec 02, 2022

Thank you very much! I'm glad you got a bonus out of it! :)

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Rebecca Miles
16:35 Dec 02, 2022

Very well deserved win.

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Tom Ortega
04:44 Dec 30, 2022

hi can I please have tips from a winner on my most recent story no one seems to like it nice work

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Kelsey Mathias
23:31 Dec 09, 2022

What a clever story...living the book in real time! Some of the funniest lines: "most average-looking woman I’ve ever seen. She had… eyes and… hair"..."playthings and knick-knacks that spanned every color on and off the rainbow"..."gnarled maws full of unwashed fangs that constituted their beaming smiles". Was this inspired by an actual journey through Walmart? Congratulations on a well-deserved win!

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Jacob Brown
03:14 Dec 10, 2022

Thank you so much! Fortunately I've never had to wait in a line this long, but I was definitely inspired by the boredom of being in a Walmart for a single thing. :)

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Shaili Dutta
13:57 Dec 09, 2022

This story is just ingenious! Only a true master could turn the long and tedious wait in a shopping line into pure art! My favorite part was how you managed to capture every little detail which each one of us can relate to, from the children begging their parents to buy everything they saw, to how the line moved like a cascade as soon as one person left, without making it sound monotonous. Hope to see more such incredible entries.

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Jacob Brown
03:15 Dec 10, 2022

Thank you very much! I really appreciate your kind words :)

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Jordan Bassett
07:20 Dec 09, 2022

So cool wow 😎 good amazing outstanding job

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Jacob Brown
03:15 Dec 10, 2022

Thank you so much!!

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Alex Chung
06:21 Dec 08, 2022

Wow!! This story is amazing!! I love every single thing about it! Thank you for writing this story! :)

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Jacob Brown
03:16 Dec 10, 2022

Thank you very much! :)

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Cindy Strube
04:30 Dec 06, 2022

Recognized the Bulwer-Lytton immediately. It’s so clever… I love it! And the title is perfect. Definitely a deserved win. Congratulations!

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Jacob Brown
03:16 Dec 10, 2022

Thank you so much! I figured the cliché-est of clichés would be the best way to open this story :)

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Marsha Browne
18:09 Dec 05, 2022

This story is brilliant. I absolutely loved, loved, LOVED the "fifth step." The last line made me laugh right out loud. Written only as a writer who knows the journey well could have written it. Thank you, Jacob Brown.

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Jacob Brown
03:17 Dec 10, 2022

Thank you so much! I figured we all could relate to the dread of forgetting the one thing we needed to make our trip to Walmart worthwhile :)

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Mahi Patel
21:42 Dec 04, 2022

I love how the story isn't your typical plot its a unique piece and im all for it.

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Jacob Brown
01:12 Dec 05, 2022

Thank you so much!!

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18:52 Dec 04, 2022

I'm glad I kept reading! First paragraph made me roll my eyes a bit with how dramatic this Wal-Mart visit was being written about. Then I got to rule #1 and I knew the rest was going to be clever.

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Jacob Brown
01:13 Dec 05, 2022

Thank you so much! :)

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03:22 Dec 04, 2022

This piece was bold AND brash!

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Jacob Brown
01:13 Dec 05, 2022

Haha, thank you!! :)

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Antonio Jimenez
00:25 Dec 04, 2022

Wow! Lol this is as amazing. Seriously one of my favorite stories I’ve ever read on Reedsy. I loved the opening two sentences. A well-deserved win! If you have the time, I’d love for you to check out my newest story and maybe leave some feedback. Thanks!

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Jacob Brown
01:18 Dec 05, 2022

Thank you so much! I'll definitely check out your story! :)

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Kelly Jackson
17:14 Dec 03, 2022

Love the witty humour, there's nothing like a laugh out loud read. Fabulous 👌

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Jacob Brown
00:13 Dec 04, 2022

Thank you! I'm happy you enjoyed it :)

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Philip Ebuluofor
12:33 Dec 03, 2022

Nothing like easy examples in teaching about writing. I was hooked and it would be fine if you can use Metaphor to illustrate too next time the prompt rhymes. I think writing especially short stories and blogs is mainly metaphor and processes. Congrats.

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Jacob Brown
00:15 Dec 04, 2022

Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed reading it :)

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Philip Ebuluofor
06:55 Dec 05, 2022

Welcome.

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