Twist in the Tale

Stories must end well, he thought, to himself. There must be something to leave the reader with a laugh or a gasp.

He began writing, the words coming slowly and unwillingly. He was tempted to leave it until a better day, a day when the words would flow easily and smoothly, orgasming onto the crisp cream paper. But he had promised that he would write a thousand words daily, so he persisted.

Finally he finished it – except the ending was weak. There was a twit, rather than a twist, in the tale and he rather feared it was himself.