Break From Reality. Daily.
This story is by Nicholas Killham and was part of our 2020 Summer Writing Contest. You can find all the writing contest stories here. ‘Ready? We’re live.’ ‘What now?’ ‘Drive! Be yourself.’ The voice was Alexa, corporate communications. ‘The last truck driver.’ He glanced at the camera, forced most of a smile and let…
The United States of cunting America just fucking tried to kill the fucking Prime Minister of cunting Australia you CUNTS.
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Citizens of Australia, I speak to you tonight at a crossroads for humanity. The story of man is boundless, but taking a long enough view, one can identify seismic turning points. I believe future observers will label this such a moment.
He sat back in his chair and into the storm that had swept through the vaults under Parliament House. Bodies swirled around him, a stream brushing and bumping at his elbows, voices entangled in a panicked hum. He took a breath and focused again on the keys.
Our intelligence services have uncovered, and averted, an attack on my life. The planned assassination of your Prime Minister. More disturbing still, they have provided me with evidence enough that I can say to you now, with great confidence, that this act of war was perpetrated not by a traditional foe, but an ally—The United States of America.
