Russell Twyce

The (subconscious mind or spirit) understands law different than you do. It sees law as an actual item. Understand that your spirit is in your body and it uses your senses but it is an ethereal life form that is alien to this material world. The spirit understands the world through you but there is a still a translation difficulty. It is a bit like a blind person trying to distinguish color through taste, smell and/or touch.

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Part one of this vignette, ‘My name is Ivanka’ is here – How to make the world better

Love at first sight is a trite phrase that doesn’t even begin to manifest the exquisite passion occurring in a fluttering of an eyelid. ‘She was an exotic vision of femininity surpassing my notebook drawing, as the Mona Lisa outshines a kindergarten stick drawing in finger-paint.’ ‘Her eyes were liquid brown,’ Russell recalled dreamily, ‘as a lacquered walnut bar lit by flashing nightclub strobes. Shimmering ribbons of dark brunette hair, raced in tantalizing slow motion, like a torrent of chocolate running over rocks and my fingers yearned to be canoes, shooting the rapids of her tresses and bending the law of attraction.’

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She looked at him but didn’t speak. She didn’t need to because her expression asked the question – ‘what do you want?’ Since she was also a proprietor of a coffee kiosk, her setting behind the counter similarly supplied the query.

‘I want you.’ Russell’s mind answered. ‘I want to see what you look like in the pale moonlight and I wish to know how to make the world better. I’d like to my tongue savoring the minty taste of your toothpaste as it explores the surfaces of your teeth.’ “Coffee.” He managed to voice.[Content protected for Chevron members only]

Law is a lion

A social order fiction for your search for stories

A psychopath had positioned himself at booth selling briefcases. He had bought a few dozen cases and then had a couple of posters made up, that suggested he was as a legal needs marketer. Using a fictional company name and the logo ‘Law is a lion’, the killer had rented a space at a lawyer’s seminar. Along with cases and brochures, he had smuggled in some weaponry.

When the show was at it’s busiest time, on Saturday afternoon, the psychopath put a placard on his ‘Law is a lion’ table reading ‘out conducting business’. [Content protected for Chevron members only]

I won’t offer a brief description of this truth or fiction story because at only five paragraphs and 353 words, the fiction story might be shorter than a truthful description. Haha. I hope my humor in this work showing the relationship between politicians and the people satisfies your search for stories for today.

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A Political Campaign in Fiction or Truth
A very short truth or fiction story by Russell Twyce

“My government,” the left-wing political candidate, in a fictional land where truth in advertising laws had been expanded to include politics, shouted into a microphone, “will tax you unmercifully and hand your hard-earned money over to our campaign friends. We will enact some new legislation geared at further complicating average people’s lives with bureaucratic nonsense, but which will open up vast new revenue streams for lawyers. He was ahead in the political polls and didn’t worry too much about what he said. I solemnly promise that I will engage in costly boondoggles for no purpose but my own enjoyment. During my time in power, I’ll attempt to seduce as many young political interns into my bed as possible.”

The speech then droned on longer to outline more of the excesses and unacceptable behavior that we all strongly suspect is truly happening in the high seats of power. And then he passed the podium to his less than worthy opponent.

“My administration will sink to unheard of levels of depravity.” The candidate of the moral right wing party began. “I personally have a case of penis narcissism of epic proportions. To fully indulge my lusts, I’ll hire a bevy of expensive prostitutes to be my personal assistants. I’ll spend so much on myself and in lucrative contracts of questionable value to my political friends that my tax department will need to be relentless in resupplying the nation’s coffers. I won’t pay the slightest attention to what political polls tell me that people really want.”

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