Final Destination Pt 2: The Finale?

Previously Later on Final Destination: An informant, killed in a bar somewhere in Rio, Brazil. Always more s**t to do.

Stan hopped into the cab, the one with gas cover missing as instructed.  The driver nodded back to him.  “Where to?” He shouted back at Stan.

“Whichever theater is still playing Titanic.”  Stan recited as he was told, closing the door behind him.

“James Cameron really is beating the horse dead.”  The driver responded, stepping on the gas and causing the cab to squeal off.  “Did you even check to see if you were being followed?”  The driver leaned back to him.

“No, I just…”  Stan stumbled his words.

“No matter.  We have some errands to run before we go.”

“Go where?”  he asked, trying to hold himself still in the seat while the driver swerved back and forth through traffic.

“Do you have a significant other?”  He looked back at Stan in the rear view mirror.

“I do, yes, her name is-”

“Doesn’t matter.  I just need to inform you that you’ve just won an all expenses paid trip to Rio De Janeiro, Brazil with her.  We’re going to pick her up right now, so you can pack your things, then head straight for the airport.  Got it?”

“Uhm…”

“Oh, I almost forgot.  Do you own a tuxedo?” He interrupted once again.

“I have this nice sport coat.”Continue reading “Final Destination Pt 2: The Finale?”

Instant Internet Points

I found something else random in Paris, a cat cafe.  It’s one more thing to add to my list of things that are remotely Japanese that I have found here.

They’re not bald/balding because they’re sick, but because that’s just how they are. It’s strange, but they were cool cats. 5/7 Would go again.

Here’s their site.  You know, just in case you’re in Paris and have nothing better to do.

Final Destination

I can’t fly a helicopter, Stan shouted.  The flight stuck rumbled in his hand as the ground grew ever closer.  How did it end up like this?

The gun trembled in his hand.  It wasn’t loaded.  They hadn’t given him any ammunition. However, the trembling women at the window didn’t know that.  He looked out from the tiny eye holes carved into the mask.  The teller shoved fistfuls of cash into the bag that he held in his outstretched hand.

Stan’s head jerked in reaction to the sound of sirens reaching his ears.  He looked back to the teller who seemed just as nervous as he was.  He quickly pulled away the bag, gripping it tightly with his fist.  He turned back around to check on the other guys, who were hurrying the other tellers along.

They quickly noticed the sound of sirens approaching.  Stan’s eyes met with another man, who quickly motioned to him.  Stepping around the people who were ducked down to the ground in their fancy suits, the group followed up on their exit strategy.  Even if the police had the building surrounded, there was always the roof.Continue reading “Final Destination”

To Be Published

In light of recent events (you know damn well which one), I have decided to Publish “Wall of Trump.”

As you know, I am currently living in France.  The news here had been covering the election in great detail, because the state of the US does effect the state of many other countries around the world.  My host family isn’t really pleased with the result, and they have told me that everyone has been abuzz about it here.  Watching the news, I came up with a rant that I was going to write up here, but I think at this point anything that needs to be said has been.

On a happier note, this is my first real published book.  I spent several hours on it yesterday, just to get it in the best possible condition and able to be get it up on Amazon.  If you wish to support me and my writing, please go check it out.Continue reading “To Be Published”