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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?


Just One Taste


Introduction: Sometimes one taste is not enough. Then we can’t stop.

Just One Taste

I opened my eyes to beaded curtains and scanned the premises. I was in my apartment in San Francisco feeling alone and somewhat lost. Was this a dream?

“Ouch!” I pinched myself and it hurt. I needed some fresh air and decided to head outside to see what was going on.

I took the ancient elevator cage from the 4th floor down to the lobby. It was deathly quiet in the hallway and I saw no one. Opening the security gate to exit the building I was stunned at what I saw.

The sidewalks were gone and the streets flooded with water. The buildings were there but the city now looked like the Venice canals. Not that I’d ever seen them before except in pictures.

Everything was deathly quiet and this city is never silent. Confused birds were circling in the sky complaining loudly the only sounds and signs of life. I too felt like crying.

“We are coming for you! Get ready to get in the boat!” My head snapped towards the abrupt words as if a balloon on a string. Then I saw the vessel. It was some kind of a boat, actually more like a huge floating platform with a colorful tent-like city on the deck.

I tried to remain calm as I stood on my steps waiting. Glancing around nervously, I saw no one else the city looked deserted. My head was full of doubt while my senses continued to flounder.

The sun burst through the clouds as the boat bumped up against my bottom step. As if to try and confirm to me that I was not dreaming a large man stepped forward offering his hand, “Hurry up and get on!”

I looked behind him hesitating because the boat was already incredibly full and not one more person could possibly fit.

“Is there enough room for me?” I managed to stutter. “Surely another boat will come along?”

“No one else is coming! They flooded the city to group us together this is all that’s left.” He sounded very sure of that fact as he picked me up like an overstuffed chair putting me onboard.

I was now standing on the deck along for the ride good or bad with more questions. I couldn’t believe it, once on the boat, it was huge! More like a city than a boat with people everywhere, doing everything.

I walked into a circus-like tent my eyes still adjusting to the light when I heard someone scream, “We’re being attacked!”

I looked around trying to ascertain WHO was doing the attacking, WHO was getting attacked and WHO I was with now when I felt someone pulling my sleeve.

I looked down to see a very large blue insect. It seemed to be trying to get me to look at a box on a table. The insect was 4 feet tall with compound eyes and tiny wings.

“Just one taste,” it said pointing the bottom half of its segmented body straight up into the air. It rubbed its back feet together making a loud very annoying sound and I saw something spray into the air.

“Just one taste.” And just as quickly as it appeared it was gone leaving the box behind on the table.

Confused as I was about everything looking at the box made me feel so amazing! I was relaxed and no longer cared about the bug, today or how I got here. It was beautifully colored giving off a sort of warm glow and I swore it was breathing. I just knew it wanted me to open it!

I slowly touched it feeling faint and nauseous for a second or two just like mainlining a drug. I didn’t care about anything but opening that fascinating box. I hesitated for a moment thoughts rushing through my addled brain.

How did I get to this point and was this a dream or had I finally lost all reason? I didn’t know at the moment I just really wanted to open that fabulous box.

There was a large colorful button on the box that glowed with bright colors every time it pulsated. As soon as I pushed it I knew I had done the right thing! I felt a current run through my finger into my body…

It was still happening when I heard someone scream, “We’re being attacked!”

Not again! Just then, the feeling intensified in my body and I heard that awful sound, that annoying insect sound startup as the box groaned softly popping open.

A brilliant light came from the inside of the box and then tiny blue bugs poured out of it. They looked like the insect I saw earlier and as they escaped the box they quickly grew to the same size.

The drugged feeling was quickly wearing off suddenly there were people rushing everywhere. It was almost comical seeing the 4-foot tall blue bugs chase and run them down.

“What did you do to us?” A nearby woman screamed as a bug brought her down right in front of me.

They couldn’t fly with those tiny wings but they could scramble in any direction with 8 legs. It held her down extending a sharp beak to puncture the skull with getting at the brain inside. The blood poured out of her mouth as she finally stopped struggling.

I looked back at the table now holding a large hatched egg-like thing. I couldn’t believe what I had done! These people stopped to pick me up and I betrayed them. The effect of the insect wore off and I was horrified!

Bugs were everywhere trapping people and eating their brains leaving the rest of the body behind like so much waste. Everywhere I turned people were dead and dying that awful insect sound in the air amongst the screaming and gore.

I felt my sleeve being pulled again and turned to face the same blue bug I saw just minutes earlier. I didn’t know this as a fact I just had a feeling it was the same very large blue insect. It almost looked as if it were smug and smiling.

“This is just a dream you know. You can’t hurt me I’ll just wake up.” I had no idea if this was true and it sounded weak even to me as I said it.

It quickly grabbed and trapped me with its legs as I saw myself held there, reflected hundreds of times in its compound eyes.

“Just one taste!” Not even a thank you as it cracked my skull painfully ripping into my brain.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2018

Artwork by kyttenjanae (screen name) a wonderful GIF file animator I like. You can find her work easily online.

Many times I have dreams that end up in my stories. In this case, the dream is most of the story. I had a hard time deciding how to end it because as we all know, most dreams are mere segments and leave us hanging.

This was a quick write I hope you like it I realize it’s a strange one. I like to get comments good or bad it helps.

I have noticed all the new followers. Welcome! I write a lot so only have time between bike rides to decide what to write for the week. Right now, I’m not doing poetry so much as writing fiction so there will be more coming soon. You inspire me!

The Fallen One


Introduction: Beware of beautiful gifts that look too good to be true.

She knelt before me on the old faded carpet
with large wings on her back as dark as pitch
loose feathers danced in the light breeze
as the thin white curtains gently billowed around her.

Her features remained hidden in the shadows
her long silver hair tumbling down
my eyes roamed over her perfect body wondering,
what secrets does she keep?

Her beauty was unsurpassed by anything on earth
I saw the sweet face of an angel as she lifted her head
finally, our eyes met and time stood still
while all the horrors of the universe were revealed to me.

Not an angel at all, but one of the fallen
with one look she stopped my heart cold
passing on the fear and agony no mere mortal can contain…
I heard myself scream as I descended into the dark.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2013

Sometimes a story of mine will be written in free verse form but not really a poem. These words came to me when I saw this animated GIF. They say “a picture’s worth a thousand words,” or something like that. I wrote a poem about who “They” are if you want to read it. They.

Death Becomes You


Introduction: When traveling dark unknown roads beware of strangers.

As I rode down the moonlit path in The Black Forest I was glad for the extra light because this was one of the darkest forests I could remember navigating in a fortnight.

“Black Forest indeed,” I mumbled to myself thinking it quite an appropriate name for it was black as pitch and dense. The moon was bright in an otherwise empty sky as I paused in a clearing.

I jumped off my horse appreciating the jolt of my feet on solid ground after a long day of riding. My horse had picked up a stone earlier in the day and I didn’t want to risk it going lame as I still had a long road to travel.

I loosened the small stone with my knife and released his hoof. I stood up and leaned on its warm flank grateful for the moment. He was a strong surefooted mount I picked him well but he needed rest.

I was bone tired, didn’t like this forest and now had to camp here. I had expected to make camp earlier outside of Belltower but the area was full of riffraff so I decided to ride on. Just as I was making good time my horse stumbled. Some days it didn’t pay to get out of my bedroll and this was one of them.

A half of an hour went by I got a fire going and noticed clouds starting to form in the sky. A slight breeze picked up and my horse got wind of something. Frowning, I thought I saw a dark shape moving through the clearing nearby.

It was very large, larger than a man perhaps a black bear. The moon ducked behind the clouds and everything outside the campfire was like black ink.

My horse cried out in fear and broke its lead crashing through the underbrush just as lightning flashed and hit a nearby tree. Sparks flew everywhere as the trunk split wide open and caught on fire.

As I took this in, I was spun around lightly but forcefully by something passing by. I regained my stance and was confronted by a hooded figure on a horse. This wasn’t your normal fellow traveler because the horse and rider appeared…to be dead.

I was frozen in my tracks while, “Run, run-you must run,” screamed in my brain. I dropped to my knees. My mouth was bone dry as I croaked out a muffled screech.

My eyes wild with fear the apparition made one last pass. The rider crossed by the burning tree and I caught a good look at it.

The steed was skin and bones yet it was galloping by with a figure actively riding it. The figures rotting flesh hung in chunks on his bones through holes in his tattered cloak and he brandished a sword from his skeleton hand.

Just then our eyes met and I was staring into a face where there was none! A toothless grin was somehow sneering at me as the eye sockets stared sightlessly through me. A dark mist was gathering along the ground and it was freezing cold!

He held one white rose in a fist underneath the sleeve of the black robe. I was drawn back to the eyes, the missing eyes, those eyeless holes, boring through me…

The mist was everywhere now swirling upward as I watched the dark figure make one more pass coming closer…

…as everything turned to darkness.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2013

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