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A Day In The New World Order


Introduction: The New World Order won’t be televised.

The bad news just kept coming, at least until the news was taken over by the system and the citizens. The citizens named the movement The New World Order.

The internet was closed and countries merged as the banks, land and all personal wealth was taken and used for the good of the citizens. The stock market crashed decades ago. The population and workforce strictly controlled by implants and robot troops.

The implants were to be the answer to crime, to monitor health, to help the citizens find the trouble-makers and to help the poor. Everyone was positively encouraged to get one and before we knew it we were tagged and bagged.

When citizens tried to remove them they found out it was impossible. Removing them triggered an alarm that gave the location while delivering a poison into the bloodstream. The New World Order would show up immediately with robot troops to catalog and burn the body rounding up anyone nearby.

At first, people had spontaneous demonstrations in the streets worldwide. They fought back but soon every last person had an implant. There was no way they could win with so many obstacles in this new world. It was much better to be a citizen and pass the scans.

“Comply with the New World Order and the system renews itself,” was the rallying cry of the citizens and the movement. Loudspeakers around population areas would repeat this and other rules during daylight hours to remind us the rules weren’t to be broken.

Today everything was strictly regulated and controlled. No one had to work and supplies were metered out to all citizens equally. Citizens were allowed to trade what they had for something they needed but nothing was for sale. Everything was recycled, made or built in the work camps.

Only the citizens have unlimited fresh air, privacy, freedoms within reason, medical care and nourishment. Only the citizens thrive.

The rest are put in segregated work camps only given enough refiltered air and limited nourishment to do the work monitored by their implants. They live in large camps in cells with strangers, no windows, no privacy, no personal belongings, no socializing, just a life of servitude and slavery.

They have freedom. The freedom to live and work for the benefit of the citizens of the New World Order until they die. Because of this, they’re called the DEAD.

DEAD is a term for any citizen that doesn’t comply. If you break the rules your implant will glow red as an undesirable meaning you are marked DEAD. Once marked DEAD you lose all citizenship. You are assigned to a work camp to work for the betterment of the citizen’s who do comply.

“Comply with the New World Order and the system renews itself,” the loudspeakers cheerfully sing.

All day long instructions and rules play so citizens don’t forget.

“Turn in any citizens under 30 they are not legal! Sex with another citizen unless sterilized with the proper paperwork is banned due to population control. Everyone must be sterilized-there are no exceptions as there is limited room. You will comply.”

The New World Order has a leader. He was the richest man in the world and when everything changed he managed to stay on top. He had friends in the right places that gave him his power base including the robot troops he wields that power with. No one can stop him now.

As the populace dies off to make room for the true citizens he makes the rules to ensure the citizen’s safety and welfare. Because of him, the citizens have all the nutritious food, goods and fresh air the work camps can manufacture. Because of him,  we live a good life and the system renews itself.

“Personal digital devices and cell phones are illegal you will comply. Any citizens hoarding space, food, air, or medical supplies is a DEAD offense you will comply. Voicing free opinion is against the rules you will comply. Demonstrations and large crowds in free spaces will not be tolerated. When asked to be scanned you will comply. Comply with the New World Order and the system renews itself,” the loudspeakers cheerfully sing.

The citizens believe our fearless leader always makes the right decisions and without him and his wisdom, we would all perish. Without him and his robot troops, the overcrowded world would be complete chaos. Without the New World Order, mankind would be overpopulated and extinct.

I am a typical citizen of the New World Order, 64 years old, I follow the rules and would turn in my mother (if I had to.) I have it pretty well off as I don’t question anything. I got my implant right away and don’t rock the boat so when I ran into a large demonstration on this day I was shocked. I reported it right away with my implant as I’m sure other rule-abiding citizens did.

“Citizens remain where you are there is nothing to be afraid of,” the robots chanted as one as they stood firm under the polluted sky releasing a sleeping gas into the crowd.

The lead robot reported in, “The demonstrations will be over in 5 clicks as the citizen’s implants are activated. They will succumb to the gas in 3 clicks. They struggle to stay awake while most are dying from the poison.”

Not everyone would be poisoned by their implants in a crowd this big there would be some citizens caught by mistake. Their implants would wake them from the sleeping gas but they would have to comply and pass the scan.

The loudspeakers chimed in, “Medicine is only for the DEAD who can work and influential citizens with clout. You will not be DEAD on this day your bodies will be cataloged and burned on the spot making room for proper citizens and the DEAD as the system renews itself.”

Before I walked home I was surprised to see a neighbor in line waiting to be scanned. His clothes were disheveled and he looked like he was in shock. I was glued to the spot but aware that I shouldn’t be standing around in the open.

The robots stood reciting commands, “Don’t move until you are ordered to move, one at a time, wait in line and comply with the scan.” No one fought back now.

My neighbor stepped up to the scanner and extended his arm. I couldn’t bear to see the outcome so I turned my back heading home. It was much better to avoid stress and mind my own business like the good citizen I was.

“Comply with the New World Order, be marked DEAD, or die, whether you are working for us or making room for us, you will comply. Comply with the New World Order and the system renews itself,” the loudspeakers cheerfully sing.

I felt better already!

© Rebecca Sanchez 2018

5/19, FYI I tweaked this a few times since publishing it so you might want to read it again. It was a little rough for some reason it took time to write for such a short story.

This wasn’t a dream just an idea that grew from the artwork. It is a provocative work of art by Adam Marttinakis.

This is a rewrite from 2013 that I morphed into a beyond 2018 story. The New World Order has been talked about before and could never be, or could it?


Hot As Hell


Introduction: To assume something can make an ass out of u and me but expectations can truly be hell.

It was hot as hell! Driving through this damn desert for my book signing near Los Vegas wasn’t my idea but it had to be done. The date had been booked by my manager for months in advance and my loyal fans would be waiting.

There was nothing to see but scrub plants, sand, and more sand. I had the air conditioning on high and wasn’t feeling it. I tweaked the nob getting nothing hearing a noise that sounded bad.

Belching steam and lurching like a drunk my overheated car came to a stop under the relentless sun. I tried to restart it but it was dead. I exited the only protection I had against the hell outside only to fill my lungs with hot air.

I looked around me half expecting the devil to make an appearance. The sand went on forever in the shimmering heat. There was no oasis like in the movies I was stuck in the middle of nowhere and I was going to be late!

I got out my trusty cell phone only to find no service. I searched my car finding nothing but an empty water bottle and a quarter. I expected lunch at the book signing event. My stomach was complaining already.

Nothing to do but start walking. I wasn’t on a highway I was on a backroad and it was deserted. There was no traffic whatsoever, not even a tumbleweed crossed my path.

My throat was parched and after a few miles, I felt dizzy and nauseated. I didn’t see one house or farm along this hot dusty road.  I sat down next to a barbwire fence that went nowhere for a rest and passed out.

Waking up it was near sunset. It still hadn’t cooled off after all of that time and no cars had passed me. I checked my cell phone and it was still without service. I was starving with a hell of a thirst but at least I felt a little better.

Then I saw her! She was strikingly beautiful, not unlike an angel as I gawked at her wondering where she came from. There were no signs of any transportation or buildings nearby.

Her makeup was perfect, she wore a skimpy sun top and blue jeans that fit her shapely body like it was painted on her. Her violet-purple eyes were bright and inviting as she looked at me but said nothing. Her look was inviting me to join her I stumbled to my feet.

It was odd she had a rope she was spinning around and around. First, it spun around her and then not. She was very good with it doing tricks like a cowgirl. As I got close she quickly threw it around me.

I felt as if under a spell as she talked to me with her eyes. They had a glow to them I’d never seen before. So, so, beautiful I forgot the heat, my thirst, my car and my predicament.

She started dancing with and around me the rope moving about as she circled. I had no idea who she was but could care less about asking. I never felt more captivated by a woman. Maybe I could get away but did I want to?

Embers rose from the large fire nearby filling the sky. Surely the fire was there before and I had missed it. Physically I felt wonderful on top of the world! There were a million stars on this moonless night but I only had eyes for her.

Suddenly, she dropped the rope and kissed me passionately. The kiss made me muzzy I was a goner. Her hands were all over my body at once. She couldn’t get my clothes off fast enough ripping my shirt. I could care less.

Now both of us naked we sank down in the sand where only the sky bore witness. I was eager to have her and she was ready for me not making a sound.

Her fingernails raked my back as I entered her deeply. It felt like nothing I’ve ever had before when suddenly I saw bright lights as a horrible pain raged through my back. Panic gripped me, the cuts felt deep; to the bone!

She rolled us over getting on top and fucking me with wild abandon. I was bleeding profusely and in no time we were covered in my hot sticky blood!

The pain was horrible my flesh was being ripped off in pieces and it’s then I heard her. Her terrible laughter was echoing off of the distant canyon walls.

She sat up on me smiling down with white pointed teeth as her tongue flashed snake-like from her hideous gaping mouth. Her eyes were yellow and her breasts and naked body had been slashed with satan’s great claws.

That repulsive creature finally stepped off of me as the devil himself showed up. Thankfully, I passed out but my last thought rang clear as a bell.

I had expected the devil to make an appearance.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2016

I hope some of you laughed.

That is Liz Taylor in this photograph (which I animated) that inspired me to write this story. She’s wearing a sun-top, not a bra it’s a famous picture of her.

The Bridge


Introduction: When you’re alone, pay attention to where you’re going and don’t talk to strangers.

It was a foggy day but I jog daily no matter what kind of weather so I trotted out to my car. I arrived at the park and grabbed my gear for my workout. It was like pea soup outside but I finished tying my shoes and promptly got started.

I’d been jogging for a half hour when I entered the glen. The fog suddenly dissipated and although the sun was not out the area had an eerie light. I saw my path ahead but it looked different. I stopped and uncapped my water bottle taking a long drink as I looked nervously about. Everything seemed just fine I was lost and just being silly. Then I saw the bridge!

It was just down the path through the glen. Surely I took a wrong turn? The path I take every day has no glen or bridge. I could see it clearly but I rubbed my eyes anyway. I consider myself a very sensible person and at the moment I was feeling a little mad.

I hated to stop and check my phone but it was the obvious thing to do. I took off my light backpack unzipping a pocket. I was rewarded by a dead phone because I was too cheap to buy a new model. Using the GPS for my run had drained it.

I looked up to gain my bearings. Trees were blocking out the sky and I didn’t recognize anything. I walked closer and couldn’t believe it but the bridge was beckoning me I felt drawn to it.

As I approached I saw a very old arched bridge made of hand laid stone. It had ivory growing all over it and the trees nearby were very thick so all I could see was green. I heard the water underneath as I got closer although I knew there was no creek in this part of the park but there it was!

Before walking onto the bridge I paused, held my breath and then stepped forward. I felt a strange electricity run through me as I walked to the middle of it taking in the illusion. Or was it real? I pinched myself like in the movies and I felt it!

“It’s a beautiful day today isn’t it?” Said a voice.

Startled I blurted back automatically, “Well, actually it’s been foggy and…” I glanced around frantically yet saw nobody on the bridge.

“Down here! On the creek bank,” he called out.

Then I saw “him.” He was strangely dressed in earth colors and blended in like an optical illusion and I was thinking he was precisely that.

I finally found my voice; “I don’t believe it” I said flatly.

I surprised myself at how calm I felt but I was confused and felt light-headed. The man had 2 arms, 2 legs, and a head firmly on his neck where it belonged and I could tell he was a man but that was where any comparison ended.

“Excuse me for surprising you like this but I’m a troll and surely you’ve heard of trolls and their bridges?” He was smoking a pipe and I was wondering what was in it.

“I don’t believe in trolls and this bridge does not exist so I must be dreaming.”

Did I just say that out loud? I needed to finish my workout and had things to do. I must be in an unfamiliar area of this park.

I pushed on, “Sorry to be rude but I’m running late can you please tell me how to get back to the main parking lot? I’m afraid my cell phone’s dead and rather useless right now”

“Not so fast! You can’t leave this bridge without paying the toll.” His face remained smiling but his features took on a menacing look. He was short and stout but looked a lot more dangerous and had sharp pointed little teeth.

I was speechless! I still had to get some work done today, I was lost and now I had some homeless freak accosting me after getting lost. I found my voice, “I’m sorry err….whatever your name is, but I must be on my way now. I don’t carry money with me when I workout…”

“One gold coin you can pass, no gold coin trespass. You will not cross without it,” he rudely interrupted.

What could I do but look at the little troll spouting rhymes and laugh, “Okay, I enjoyed our little talk but you have kept me far too long.”

As I reached the end of the bridge I was bounced back hard on my rear. Surprised and angry now I scrambled to my feet.

“Ho..ho..how?” I stammered. As I spun around the troll was on the bridge facing me and he seemed much bigger now.

“I will give you nothing,” I screamed at him, terrified.

“You will not cross,” he said and now he stood squarely in the way. “One gold coin you can pass, no gold coin trespass.”

He kept growing and was even larger as he continued, “I have been waiting a long time to escape it was easy to fool you into coming here. You really must pay more attention to where you’re going.”

His head was cocked quizzically to one side like a cocker spaniel. “What’s the matter cat got your tongue?”

And indeed it had. My head was spinning and I felt light-headed. He smelled of cinnamon but something very bad on top of that and he seemed to fill the sky it was making me sick. I saw the whole world turn upside down as everything went dark.

I awoke in the dark and I jumped to my feet in surprise scattering the pile of damp leaves I was lying in. As they landed on me I dropped my gaze to my bare feet and screamed. I didn’t recognize it as a scream really, kind of pitiful.

Then I remembered the troll was gone, and my feet were not mine! I was under the bridge and ran to the water’s edge to see my reflection. My mind raced with past events as I looked at the stranger looking back at me. I had on earth colored rags and no! Surely that could not…be…me?

“It is you and you are now the toll-keeper,” someone said. I knew that voice.

His reflection was in the water his face near mine only he was now a normal looking man. I twisted my head around to look behind me and he was not there! I heard his voice as he spoke in a monotone telling me my fate.

“One gold coin they can pass
no gold coin-trespass.
No gold coin then you must trap
another person to take the rap.
Trespass-they take your place
taking tolls with a troll’s face.”

It sounded like a bad fairytale surely it’s not real! My mind was slow and sluggish to comprehend as he finished.

“I lost track of time under this bridge but you will remain here until you lure someone here that can’t pay. It may sound easy but the trick is finding a person in the right frame of mind and getting them to step on the bridge. When you put your foot on the enchanted stone you were caught in my trap. Didn’t you feel it?”

I was too stupefied to answer him still staring at the water.

He continued,”I am just a man as you see here but made the same mistake as you, losing everything because of one weakness.”

“What was that?” I managed to croak and he answered me as his reflection faded from my sight.

“Vulnerability my dear, you were vulnerable enough to fall into my trap!”

© Rebecca Sanchez 2013

I wrote this about the animated GIF but it grew into this. I meant to have a troll, it’s a bridge, right? But I updated it and threw in some rhyme to have a little fun with it. It could happen!

I know it seems like I wrote all my fiction in the past. Not true, I’ve just written more poetry and blog posts lately. I also write about biking, health, poetry, quotes and more on my other websites (I resist calling them blogs) while posting on most of the popular social networks daily. I also animate and do digital art so I keep busy but will write more here. Have a big hug!