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George Zimmerman sells painting of Trayvon Martin for $30,000 on eBay. This is a fake story that's being circulated. Sadly, even by credible news outlets on social media. It's important not to believe everything you see on Facebook, even when WBLS 107.5 and News Nerd post fake pictures and stories that aren't even true. Keep your emotions in check while reading stuff on the internet and always check the facts. Some people are just out there to stir the pot and make assholes famous. Source
For those who read my debut novel, Pandora's Succession from 2010, you would've read about an ancient microbe that was accidentally unearthed from under the polar ice caps and misused by the wrong people. I was often criticized that the scenario was either "too out there" or "that's impossible because viruses nor micro-organisms could survive that long under the ice."
Having a degree in biology not only helped me to write fiction, but credible fiction. It's always great to have research back you up. However, it's even sweeter when life imitates your own art.
Russell had about a hundred euros to his name, but all he could think of was getting something to eat. The last track practice left an airy void in his stomach which kept protesting giving him warning growls that could compete with those of a bear.
He spotted a McDonald's across the street. And although he doesn't eat out often, he felt that a crispy McChicken would hold him over for the next few hours.
Unlike back home, this McDs was worse with the line ups. For a large portion of country to dislike Americans with a such a passion, it appeared that the French shared the same affinity to high caloric and greasy foods.
Russell made it to the counter. He didn't even need to look at the menu since he always ordered the same thing.
He smiled at the cashier, who was a young petite girl. "J'aimerai avoir un MacPoulet, s'il vous plait." May I have a McChicken, please.
The cashier scrunched up her face, narrowing an eye."Quoi?"
"Tu veux un quoi?"
Russell couldn't believe this. They had to have chickens in France. How could she not know what a MacPoulet is.
"Vous connaissez le poulet," Russell then proceeded in bending both arms to look like chicken wings and moved them while bobbing his head. "Ca fait, Pwok, Pwok, Pwok! Tu sais, le poulet. Je veux un MacPoulet—et en trio." The cashier suddenly burst out laughing. "Ah, je comprends. Vous demandez pour un MacChicken."