"The will, quite deliberately, leaves you nothing."
Twenty people produced a collective gasp and then total silence. Meditation Master Chen then intoned, "The mind will cause you to think of nothing."
Again the room went silent, each person listening to the sound that rushing blood makes while pumping through the veins in their ears. The contemplation lasted for several minutes and then James stood up from his sitting position and said, "That’s got to be the worst mantra I’ve ever heard! Who writes this stuff for you? Evil Editor?!"
"Remove him from the room", said Chen, "He'll ruin the manuscript submission process."
"You'll never get away with it!" yelled James as he was escorted from the room by two bald headed, burly, security guards dressed all in black ninja muslin, “I know about the nefarious atomic mind eraser that prevents people from remembering what manuscripts they had submitted!”
When James was safely secure in the next room and the door was shut, Master Chen stood up, “There is no mind eraser. People, don‘t listen to the words of a disruptor. He‘s jealous that he hasn‘t been published yet, Now, intone with me: Evil Editor has no atomic mind eraser.”
“EVIL EDITOR HAS NO ATOMIC MIND ERASER.”
“Good. Good,” said Master Chen slightly grinning to himself.
A slight humming sound began to throb from the other room. James, who was wearing a metal cap with numerous wires protruding from it was strapped to a chair. He was slightly grinning to himself.
--Gwen Ever (1st sentence: D Jason Cooper)