Here is something I’ve been kicking around for a while. Not sure where it’s going to go yet, but it has been rattling about in this thing I call a brain for a while so I figured I’d let some poor soul tell me what they think of it so I can gauge its essence other than via my own limited perspective.
Enjoy (or don’t)
June 30, 2016
The gunshots echoed over the hilly terrain.
The Chimichanga resistance cell scrambled to the main entrance now, in search of a bundle of air-ducts they had seen on the diagram provided by their partner the custodian, who was accidentally dead by then and wouldn’t get to hear about the destruction. He didn’t know that Jesus and his team were going to detonate a nuclear warhead inside, thought instead they were just going to grab the expensive Fruit Company crates and haul ass, though it wouldn’t have come as a shock to him if he had been alive.
Here’s why no one would bat an eye about some poor middle classed maniac owning a nuclear warhead: They were practically everywhere. They were so easy to get because of a popular nonsensical advertising campaign that solidified the popular belief that nuclear weapons were absolutely necessary and somewhat harmless. This was the slogan they used which had gained so much traction: Nuclear warheads don’t kill people, people kill people.
It was a scream.
M.D. Thalmann, a novelist and freelance journalist specializing in satire and science fiction, lives in Phoenix, AZ with his wife, children, and ornery cats, reads too much and sleeps too little.