I misread a post recently and saw the words “prose assassins” instead of “poetry assignment.” In that moment, I realized that the Prose Assassins were real and that they had slipped up.
You’ve had them strike before, but they are so stealthy, so insidious, that you blamed yourself. You know the moment of which I speak. You finish writing and it’s good prose that you can be proud of, but then, in the morning, you find a terrible bloated thing. You stare at the page, wondering how you could have written such an unspeakable horror.
The answer is that you didn’t. The Prose Assassins have struck in the night and killed your beautiful prose replacing it with an impostor as part of their nefarious plot to take over the world. In order to defeat them, you simply need to use your Utility Belt of handy tools such as The Smoking Gun, Handwavium, or The Red Pen of Doom.
Fear not! You have the tools to defeat them. Are you willing to accept the challenge?
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I hope my warning helps.
Dark Readers Rep (the villain from my short story ‘Chasing His Own Tale’) strikes again! I’ll have to include the Prose Assassins as part of my next CHOT installment. This is a great idea!
They are devilish.
Are the Prose Assassins related to the Suck Fairy?
I think they belong to the same organization, though one of them might simply be an alias.
Nicely done, glad that there is a name for these terrible, terrible devils.
Prose Assassins don’t swap out your literary baby for a monster.
Prose Assassins are the ones who crash your computer when you have forgotten to save/backup your work. They steal the last five pages that were “right there a minute ago”.
They ring the doorbell interrupting you writing down that dream you had last night so that you loose your train of thought forever.
They do all of these things, and more.
Prose assassins can’t be put away because they’re not likely to be caught committing an actual rhyme.
Much prefer the Vorpal Machete of Darling Mayhem m’self… first to dispatch the changelings, and then the dastardly ninjas of doom! ARRRRR!
I can’t beleive they let you post this, better keep your porch light on. =)
Ninjas in tweed with elbow patches -n- pipe out the side of the cowl?
I had to share this as well….and it’s so true! I’m a big bombad grammarian, so there’s no way I would ever make a “there/their” error….. =)
The Man from Porlock must have been a member of great distinction.