by Mir-Yashar Seyedbagheri
Job hated judging the fiction contest. Every entry concerned vampires and superheroes. There were farting vampires with mother issues. Superhero pedophiles. Werewolves giving birth through purple nipples. Why had God assigned him to this desk? He thought himself a righteous man who helped strangers on the road, comforted young children.
Everything had taken a downward spiral. His wife left him for a pot dealer who idolized John Denver, his house burned down, and being a hemophiliac, he bled forty times last week. Job finally broke down over a few Manhattans, pleading with God until the night deepened and he was alone.
Mir-Yashar Seyedbagheri’s intent in writing is to kick his readers in the balls. He finds parental abandonment stories particularly fascinating, and admits to laughing at Kramer vs Kramer.