[Ech0 Chris]

I wrote this short story for my college's book but it got rejected by the asshole judges, so I figured I'd just release it here. I made the anime series here vague so that people could relate to it by replacing it with their own once-loved franchise. Tell me what you all think?

Note: Sorry for incorrect formatting. Even with the indent thing I can't figure out how to get it to work properly x-x

Fanboy Mindcrush
by Ech0-Chris

I sit alone in my room clenching a garbage bag as I stare at the Invisible Man figurines, DVDs, and autographed posters that are scattered about the floor. What I used to describe as my pride and joy can now be described with one word: junk.

It wasn’t always this way. I used to love the TV show and would watch it everyday. The action, the storytelling, the music and the characters were all so great I became obsessed with it and watched to see whether or not Invisible Man would get caught. In seven years I watched all five hundred seventy-six episodes and bought all sixty DVDs. When I heard the series finale would be a theatrical movie (in 3D, of course) I was ecstatic.

When the day finally came I ran into the movie theater as excited as a guy about to lose his virginity. Then around halfway through the movie I realized the movie was a flop. What could have been an epic finale to the seven-year-long series became a standalone, sorry excuse for a movie made for a quick cash-in on the 3D. I left the auditorium shortly after with more sadness, anger, and disgust than a just-married man finding out his wife is a transvestite.

That was three weeks ago. The time for crying is over now. I followed the series like a mindless drone but enough is enough. It’s time I sign up for college, get a degree and a good job. This ends now.

Kneeling down I open the garbage bag and grab my DVDs handfuls at a time and throw them in, followed by the crumpled up autographed posters, comics, and then the figurines. Looking at the figurine of my now ex-favorite character, I stare at it for a moment then throw it in the bag with everything else.

Dragging the bag outside I set it down in my front yard and grab a shovel from the garage. Digging a hole around three feet deep, I toss the bag in and pour gasoline on it. I strike a match and it illuminates memories. They flash before my eyes as plastic and cheap cardboard ignite. I think back on the excitement, but this feels like justice for the betrayal. I've freed myself. And the fire comes to life.

As the burning flames reflect in my eyes, I watch in the silence of my victory as the stench of burning plastic spreads throughout the neighborhood. As the fire slowly dies down into tiny, red embers I walk back to my house. I've made the final step to my recovery and freed myself from the chains of my obsession. I am a new man.

[goozilla]

Get a life.

[Shimus_Darkraven]

Originally Posted by goozilla

Get a life.

Sounds like he did, but it's just not the cool one.

[TheChaos0]

Not bad... my only question is why was this rejected? Based on what?

[DarkBlinker]

I don't think your story got rejected because it bad or anything. What I think is that you used a wrong story for.. your college's book. It doesn't matter how good yours stories are; if you use them in the wrong place, they gonna be useless and be throw aside

[Asmi]

Interesting.

[UnknownFact2]

This is lol, you really bought and years later burned 60 DVDs? lol

Anyways, congratulations on your "redemption".

[AldNonymous]

Originally Posted by DarkBlinker

I don't think your story got rejected because it bad or anything. What I think is that you used a wrong story for.. your college's book. It doesn't matter how good yours stories are; if you use them in the wrong place, they gonna be useless and be throw aside

same like you posting unrelated matter on wrong thread...