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How It Ends for The New York Times

“The End of 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.”


“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 story. All he could think about was Edmonds.

President Antonio Edmonds was supposed to have been the final piece of the puzzle for the triumph of progressivism over the racist, misogynistic, homophobic, and just plan fascist foundations of America. He had run as an open Marxist and journalists across the country had swooned over him. They had always swooned over him. First when he had emerged as a progressive businessman, then when he had become a progressive activist, and finally when he had run for the White House as a Democrat.

But Edmonds hadn’t turned out like they had expected. . . .

Read the entire flash fiction story at The Loftus Party.