June 14th, 2021 - Foster

 

Dear TNY,

“Foster”.

Who.  Fucking.  Cares.

This story is about 5,600 words but it reads like 56,000.  I wanted to quit so many times (but I didn’t because I was trying to see what was good about it; also, if someone has to try to figure out what’s good, it’s a shitty fucking story).  It’s so fucking boring.  Nothing fucking happens.  What a fucking waste of paper.  A waste of time.  A waste of a spot in a prominent magazine that could have been better served with something called literature or Art.

I don’t fucking get it, why you waste everyone’s time.  So fucking useless.  I’ve got better shit to do than this.

Nick

 
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