Here’s a short story, about zombies (or zombie fiction), I happened to find on Scott Alexander’s blog. Click through and check it out; it’s funny and only takes a minute to read.
It starts like this:
He walked into my office and threw the manuscript on my desk with a thud.
“It’s called Thankful For Zombies. A zombie story where…”
“Nope,” I said.
His face deflated like a balloon. “But I didn’t even…”
“Zombies are overdone,” I said.
“But this is a zombie story with a twist!”
“Zombie stories with twists are super overdone.”
“But this is a story about an extended family who get together for Thanksgiving dinner, only to be interrupted by a zombie apocalypse. It’s a Thanksgiving story about zombies. You have to admit that the combination of zombies and Thanksgiving has never…”
“Done,” I said.
“Wait, really? The family starts out estranged and suspicious of each other, but then when they all have to work together to…”
“Done,” I said.
“How could that have been done?”
“Listen. I know you won’t believe me, but for the past ten years or so, the best literary minds of our generation have been working on creating zombie stories just different enough from every other zombie story around to get published. First the clever and interesting twists got explored. Then the mediocre and boring twists. Then the absurd and idiotic twists. Finally the genre got entirely mined out. There is now a New York Times bestselling book about zombies invading Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice. If your idea isn’t weirder than that, it’s been done. And that’s the logical ‘if’. If your idea is weirder than that, it has also been done.”
I actually found this story because I was looking for a story about the zombie apocalypse, only the zombies are philosophical zombies. I couldn’t find that one, so if anybody knows title or author or where to find it, please drop that information in a comment.
In the meantime, though, I hope you enjoy Alexander’s story.