Expiration Date (a Short Story – Part 5, the Finale)

Here’s Part 5 of a soft science fiction short story about a society where everyone knows exactly when they’re going to die, and the man who threw chaos into the system. In the previous installment, the government agent Kadar shows his true colors and attacks the narrator. This very short fifth and final part is only about 230 words. Let me know what you think!

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Expiration Date (a Short Story – Part 4)

Here’s Part 4 of a soft science fiction short story about a society where everyone knows exactly when they’re going to die, and the man who threw chaos into the system. In the previous installment, the narrator tells us about the emotional and mental toll of being the modern era’s first survivor. This fourth part is about 530 words and has an estimated reading time of 2 minutes. Let me know what you think!

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Expiration Date (a Short Story – Part 2)

Here’s Part 2 of a soft science fiction short story about a society where everyone knows exactly when they’re going to die, and the man who threw chaos into the system. In the previous installment, the narrator discovers even the powers of modern science fail sometimes. This second part is about 550 words and has an estimated reading time of 2 minutes. Let me know what you think!

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Expiration Date (a Short Story – Part 1)

Here’s Part 1 of a soft science fiction short story about a society where everyone knows exactly when they’re going to die, and the man who threw chaos into the system. This first part is about 590 words and has an estimated reading time of 2.5 minutes. Let me know what you think!

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Hallucinogenic Night Sweats (a poem)

Purple, yellow hallucinogenic night sweats
In dark desert huts of Death Valley
Enormous suns are my gods and my killers
No one can tell me otherwise
Sweat pours in dry air heat psychosis
Smells of seared flesh passion fruit
Mouth singed swollen cracked
Praying to dark red sky redeemers
Hesitating to bury myself alive

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Taste of My Tears (a poem)

Blood burn spewing vile hatred
Inside this hideous twist cycle
The same screaming from you
And the push into the grinding
Leave me alone, will you?
Can’t you hear me crying?
Or do you like the taste of my tears?

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