Story: Cold and Despondent in an Empty Room
NOTE: This is a story that I wrote last year for Machine of Death . Don’t bother looking for it; they rejected it. Regardless, I thought it made for a pretty worthwhile writing exercise, and since it’s going nowhere else it might as well go here. There were certain guidelines, such as: the story must include a machine of death, the title of that story must be the prediction that your protagonist receives from that machine, and the prediction must come true. Enjoy. Or don’t. It’s up to you. Cold and Despondent in an Empty Room –Philip J Reed The man didn’t know what he expected, really, when he showed up to have the exact circumstances of his death predicted, printed, stamped and certified. But one thing he never, in a thousand years, would have expected was that it would turn out to be a very good career move. Of course he knew he was going to die. Everybody was going to die. That was the point of being alive…at least as far as he could tell. But knowing...