You probably ought to read the story first.
The Kevorkian Principle
Aiden squeezed his eyes shut and leaned back from his screen. The LCD had shut off, and he now had a mandatory break, complete with ergonomic stretches and focusing his eyes on faraway objects.
As he stood, his gaze fell across the top of the cube farm where his desk sat to the executive offices. He shook his head and began his stretches. He couldn’t afford to lose this job. He should count himself lucky. A data entry position in successful corporate offices was the envy of many of his friends and family.
“Hey, Assface. You really shouldn’t stare at the exec. offices like that. People will think you’re a gunner. Gunners get fired.”
I’m now enrolled in a workshop on The Cult. Chuck Palahhnuik’s website. I think it’s going well so far. I’ll post stories as I write and edit it them there.
This is my place to post my free writing and thought experiments. Unless otherwise noted, everything here is first draft to rough draft status. Comments are welcome. Feedback helps me grow as a writer.
Mostly, I’ll be writing fantasy/sci-fi/modern fiction. I’m writing short stories and plan on writing my first novel in November.
I am working my way through the University of Warwick writing challenges as a way of building my writer’s toolbox, and this was a result of a writing challenge to closely examine my physical self and my belongings and to create a character who was ‘obviously’ me but also not me. The characters in the story are alternate universe versions of myself and a friend. It was a disturbing process to write this.
Bart slumped back in the booth of Starseeds a smirk on his lips. The cracked blue leather poked him in the back. Midnight, and the conversation was finally getting good.
“Of course the Pentagon framed him.” He gestured grandiosely. He knew exactly what he was talking about. He read it on the Internet. “He founded Wikileaks for Christ’s sake. Here he is standing for truth, justice, and the American way, but, sorry, pal. We have copyright on that. They go off making deals with terrorists, and when he publishes the evidence, all of a sudden he’s a suspected rapist? Right. That happens.”
Across the table, Jim nodded. Bart wasn’t telling him anything he didn’t already know. They read the same Internet, of course. And they have had this same discussion three times this week.
“Wouldn’t it be funny if the poster boy for transparency was guilty of a crime and covering it up, though? And if he is guilty, I hope they gut him.”
“Publicly. And they could post the video on his site.” Clearly, someone who demeaned women like that should be taken out.