Training: A relatively good story afloat in an ocean of poorly thought out incoherent fiction

"That weird gnome, it confuses me," I think. "Why can't it just wear WHO jeans and buy a Tommy Hillfigger hat like everyone else?"

My anger grows. I kick the gnome, and a fierce battle ensues. Needless to say, I, the author, am triumphant in the end. I live a long and happy life, then pass away peacefully in my sleep. I then find myself in Hell. Killing gnomes is a sin...just 3 millenia to go before the second coming and I am forgiven.
End Of Story