A Story With a Terrible Title by Martin Marion Once upon a time, there was a story. It didn’t have a title. So, the story said to the writer: “Hey, what’s my title?” “I don’t know, you’re not written yet,” said the writer and continued to write. “What am I about?”, asked the story. “How am I supposed to know that, I’m only just starting,” replied the writer. “But you’re writing me!” The story was, clearly, starting to get a bit agitated. “Leave me alone, or I’ll never finish you.” “I can’t leave you alone, you’re writing me, idiot.” “Hey, don’t call me an idiot or I’ll give you a terrible title, just to piss you off.” “Idiot!”, repeated the story. “That’s it, I’m finishing you right now.” The Endreadeo.html