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Cannon Fodder

A few weeks ago, I wrote “The End of the New York Times” in response to The New York Times publishing fiction that fantasized about the assassination of President Trump. And you know what I discovered from that? Writing fiction is a lot more fun than nonfiction. It’s probably a lot more effective too. If nothing else, it’s at least something different than the analyses and commentaries that are on every other news or political website.
This one takes place in the same universe as the previous tale. And it focuses on an issue going on right now: foreigners invading and conquering America, and the journalists who support them.
Here now, in 1,000 words or less, is “Cannon Fodder.”
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“Whoa! What is that? I think it’s a human skull!” Stu said.
“No,” Eduardo told him.
“How can you be sure?” Wei asked.
Eduardo walked over to it and kicked some leaves off it. “Deer skull.”
Stu and Wei stared at the elongated bone.
“Oh,” Stu said. He clicked a few photos of it with his phone, listening to…

How It Ends for The New York Times

Good news. While there were no takers on the flash fiction contest that David Dubrow and I launched in response to The New York Times publishing fiction fantasizing about President Trump’s assassination, I wrote a flash fiction story of my own.
So enjoy, “The End of The New York Times.”
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“Then make sure they find more ballots. Find them in a closet, or a car trunk, or something. I don’t care. Do what you have to do to make sure we win the election,” Brainard “Whip” Leach, executive editor of The New York Times, told the woman on the other end of the line. “There’s no way we’re going to let them take back Texas after all the work we’ve done.”
The woman acknowledged she would make sure the Democrat—the true Democrat—got the votes needed to win the governorship. Leach slammed down the phone.
He slid his laptop closer to him on his mahogany desk. “Evidence Emerges Fox News Working with Chinese to Steal Elections,” the onscreen headline shouted. But he couldn’t concentrate on the sto…