Lunar Loser_What, I'm not alone?_Camarones With The Crocodile_The Only Way
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Lunar Loser
Why?Why did it have to be me?Flashing lights followed by electronic clicks of fake shutters mimicked by their digital cameras. Big studio lights at either side of me were set up to capture the face of the winner.Me...I knew why I was chosen this year. As I shook hands with my corporate manager Michael Scottsdale. I was now lead researcher in sustainable animal protein reproduction. It was a fancy title for making fake meat out of vegetation.Mr. Scott's voice seemed distant even though I was standing beside him. How surreal my situation was."I'm so glad, Kim Leung was chosen to represent our co...
What, I'm not alone?
He wandered down the hall, marveling at the sensation of being the only one still alive. It was an occurrence he had heard about possibly happening in the future but he’d never thought it would happen in his lifetime. The Absence had taken out a lot of people, all of them in fact. That’s what the occurrence had been referred to when people had talked about it in the past. The only reason he was still here was that he had hidden in the basement of the institute in which he and many others resided while they worked. The smoke had overwhelmed everyone who hadn’t huddled under the tarps ...
Camarones With The Crocodile
Disclaimer: Strong language, violence, and the aftermath of sexual abuse.2015 San Ignacio, Sinaloa, Mexico The Crocodile was rapidly becoming the stuff of legend. A regionally popular band was making the charts with a driving narcocorrido about "Los Dientes Del Cocodrilo," and his bloody exploits on behalf of the Cartel de Sinaloa. The rising star of Mexico's Golden Triangle thus had bristled about meeting in this filthy side-street marisqueria in the tiny backwater of San Ignacio. He preferred the gran entrada -- the splashy entrance, the spotlight, the erotic perfume of mingled adoration an...
The Only Way
The television screen clicked on, and bright light filled the living room all the way to the edge of the carpeted stairs leading above. The clock above the television read 11:00 PM, and the man holding the remote didn’t bother to even sit down.Lately, relaxing was a tricky thing.The flourishing fanfare of the news broadcast gave way to a white haired anchor in a pressed navy suit introducing himself.“-we begin our broadcast with some breaking news out of the Paris Conference between the Federal Alliance of Earth Nations and the secessionist United Colonies of Terra. News broke less than an ho...