Dirty Soapie: The Superhuman Lies of Soapie Shumacher

By Gregory Wayne Martin

As an acclaimed gossip columnist for the cheapest of rags, Soapie makes a living out of injuring reputations and ruining lives. The internal deadness that it has left her with is only an asset in her work. However, when a mysterious figure offers her a new career spreading disinformation for the United States government, Soapie begins questioning her own ethics and doing battle for the freedom of humanity.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Gregory Wayne Martin
• Release date: Jun 9, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310576379

Gregory Wayne Martin

I've been heavily involved in the arts, in one form or another, since I was a child. I worked in theater and music for many years until epilepsy and poor market made both next to impossible. That's when I devoted all of my creative time to writing My first two novels, Common Knowledge and its sequel Macy's Day can be found here on Smashwords. They are the first of four books which I affectionately call the Alexandria series. I have also published a short story on this site entitled Dirty Soapie which is free. Currently, I am editing another novel which is unrelated to the Alexandria series and finishing a play which is tentatively scheduled to be produced in the next few months. I have never tried to write "the great American novel". I've only intended to entertain people. I refer to my books as "on" books. They're ideal for reading on the beach, on a plane, on the toilet... Be prepared though, the characters are often quite foul mouthed and have many bad habits, even if they are inherently good people. That's it for now, I hope you enjoy what you read.

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Dirty Soapie: The Superhuman Lies of Soapie Shumacher

A Short Story

Gregory Wayne Martin

Copyright 2014 by Gregory Wayne Martin

Smashwords Edition

This story is free on Smashwords.com. It remains the property of the author and may not be reprinted without special written consent by the author.

Soapie walked at her usual brisk pace through the news room toward the editor’s office. She’d been summoned, as she was every week, concerning the content of her most recent column.

Hey, Soapie, nice job on the Gyllenhaal piece. Think she’ll sue? she heard one of the other columnists ask.

Soapie smiled but only slightly. She just kept up her stride. Her straight, light brown hair hung down her neck, tucked haphazardly behind her ears. The long sleeve, button-up, gray sweater that she wore over a tight, pink camisole whipped back and forth with the swing of her arms and her cheap sneakers squeaked as she walked. As she reached the office door one of the assistant editors called out some bawdy remark about her behind. Soapie spit her gum out hard and it arched up into the air and landed on the man’s computer keyboard where it stuck. She went into the