James Loss
Bio
Undergraduate student at Texas Tech University, pursuing a bachelors in creative media industries. Writer, student, proud dog dad.
Stories (3/0)
Chance Encounters
Randall knew he was never a lucky guy, if there existed such a thing as luck. He felt as though the subway doors always closed right before he stepped on, felt some other pedestrian always snagged his taxis just before he could wave it in, and felt every pretty girl in New York which he could summon the courage to talk was always taken. But today, today he found a scrap of luck in the form of an abandoned cellphone on the sidewalk.
By James Loss6 years ago in Criminal
Charleston
Not since 2075 had he seen the water rise so high, as it threatened to swallow all of Charleston, South Carolina. Now, in the March of 2099, while Jordan Garrison looked out the window of his seventh-story apartment and twisted the cap off a bottle of rum, he gazed helplessly at the foaming edges of the Atlantic as its intrusive perimeter ebbed even further inland. He moved through the kitchen while he made his drink and continued to peek at his view of the ocean. Yes, the tides were higher this season.
By James Loss6 years ago in Futurism
Cargo Trip
The engine of Mateo’s Cessna 208 hummed like a metallic wasp as the blur of the propeller quivered outside the windshield. Far below, 20,000 feet to be exact, the Colombian shore gave way to the gentle lapping of the Atlantic. The turquoise water was calm today and the sky was clear, spotted by the occasional cloud. This was good for Mateo, good for his flight and good for business. His last trip had been plagued by a massive storm coming off the ocean and had rattled his brains along with his cargo. What exactly he had been carrying, Mateo didn’t care. He never asked questions. That’s how someone in his line of work stayed in business and stayed alive. It had been the same procedure with the current shipment, no questions, one drop off, and fifteen percent of the cut was his.
By James Loss6 years ago in Horror