Trevor Lorance

“Call me Jorgé” by Trevor Lorance

Submitted to Contest #198

Barista’s still in their corporate company collared polo’s. Forty somethings looking for a career change. Semi ambitious poor test takers bypassing university admittance testing. Flip flops. Blue hair. Arms crossed. Red college hoodies with Varsity font. Low cut jeans. Freshly washed hair from a non liberal arts major. This motley crew of 20 assembled to meet their elective credit requirement in the summer of 2010 at the sprawling institution of academia known as Mesa Community College. Shuffling in like ghosts, most wanted nothing more than...

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“The Great Beast” by Trevor Lorance

Submitted to Contest #197

Zacharia palmed the LSD tab while the other Disciples set theirs on their tongues. Eyes closed, no one noticed the dissenting sleight of hand. At this phase of the pledge it was all but certain no one would disobey commands. Multiple disciples had already broken their vows and had been disappeared for undesirable behavior: One vocalized logical fallacies in The Book of the Law. One wandered off of the compound and drunkenly revealed the happenings of The Order in the town pub. One refused to submit to the sexual desires of The Coven (the mor...

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“Broken Circle” by Trevor Lorance

Submitted to Contest #196

1942 “Pa, how’s music going to come out of that box?” Henry asked his father, brow furrowed.  “Radio waves, son. Ask Mrs Leonard tomorrow in science class. Settle down now while I get this thing ready” the father warmly answered, stepping back to admire the new RCA console radio that sat proudly as the centerpiece of the living room standing four feet tall. Hands on either side of his department store slacks, oxford sleeves rolled up, doctor approved BMI, and not a hair out of place on his pomade styled head. He was proud. “You kn...

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“My Friends as Cats” by Trevor Lorance

“If you go into a street fight thinking you’re going to lose, you’re about to get your ass whooped” Coach Thompson calmly explained in his ironically funny Mike Tyson voice emitted from his 6’3”, 400 lbs frame as he casually paced the row of young men to either side, frisson in the air. Many wise words have been echoed in varsity locker rooms across America. Phrases, expressions, idioms and the like passed down from your dad’s dad. When boys were boys, and men were men. Words that put us into a frame of mind to confront other young men on a ...

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“Taylor's Major Malfunction” by Trevor Lorance

Submitted to Contest #150

The goal is to get the human to put as many items in the shopping cart as possible. You don’t tell him or her this is the goal, obviously, because they’d know their will isn’t quite as free as they’d like to believe. So you make them think it was their idea. When shopping carts were first introduced to the market, actors were paid to pretend they were shopping. Monkey see, monkey do (we’ll get into racism later). This is how adoption was achieved. You don’t think this is the only psychological manipulation going on, do you? Humans tend to ve...

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“Confession Blues” by Trevor Lorance

Submitted to Contest #136

This story contains adult themes of sexual acts. She threw her head back dramatically, a visual indicator to no one in the government filing cabinet attempting to pass as an office, of the game of fourth dimensional chess being played in her mind. Every question and every possible answer had been considered. They call it game theory; she read a few articles about it. Moves and countermoves. The degeneracy is way more prevalent than you'd think. Only the most skilled interrogators are able to bring it to light. Johnson got seven. Knoll's...

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