The Other McCain

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Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

Posted on | May 29, 2015 | 6 Comments

by Smitty

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Four teenage boys were poised to sneak into the old house.
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They were armed with smartphones to take pictures all the way up to the top floor.
After their triumphal return, they planned to return the next weekend with girls, and Freddy claimed he knew how to get ahold of a bottle of whiskey. But first they had to prove that it was safe.
A hell-hound the size of a small delivery truck roared through the paralyzed boys, creating a momentary cloud of blood and limbs.
“Good Scooby!” said Mr. Wickles.

via Darleen


  • Eric Ashley

    4,843 pink sneaker clad steps up into the loneliness of an early Smoky Mountain, and Lianne had long forgotten dreams of a long Saturday morning dawdling over coffee, and checking Farmville at IHOP as her oh-so-cute accountant boyfriend tried to explain the various maneuverings in the Business section of the paper to her. The surprise invite had been nice, as they lived in differing towns, and saw each other not often enough for either of them.
    “Ta da!” He really was a wizard, she thought studying his strong features. Not only could he predict the future of a business with uncanny accuracy, but ….and then the picaresque horror of the place caught up to her.

    And she realized that she was a mile from his truck, up a deserted country road, off another deserted road, and if he wanted to kill her, and bury the body, they’d probably find evidence of his madness in the middle of the next century, long after the coyotes had finished gnawing and scattering her bones.

    “What are we doing here?” She froze in position, not moving one step forward, and he wobbled between going on, and coming back to her. Finally, in frustration, he came back to her all the way, until she began flinching.

    “Love.” He said softly. “We’re staying here a while.’

    And without a word, or a single thought, all her programming from an over abundance of horror movies kicked in. She turned and ran with a reaction speed a Zen master of no mind, might have envied. It left her fiance flat-footed, and astonished.

    Still, he caught up to her after twenty paces. And then without another word, he scooped her up, and tossed her on his shoulder, and grimly hiked back up to the ruin.

    Inside, he considered ordering her to sit, at the one half-functioning chair, the one stationed farthest from the hole in the floor, but he instead took some spare duct tape, and taped her wrists to the chair, and then for good measure a splash across the mouth.

    “Sorry, babe. You’d confuse it.”

    And he began to speak in a sonorous, and enunciated voice, from the pit of his belly, a long string of words and phrases, all heavily burdened with numbers, and odd letters, a few grunts, and clicks so that the nonsense was more prevalent than the few English words.

    “Rise.” “Set Equal.” “Be” “Let”…..and so forth. Trembling, on the verge of peeing herself, unable to scream, begging with her eyes to a man who resolutely ignored her, she sat nauseous.

    And then a glimmering covered everything, and panic gripped her even deeper as he walked across to her. Before, she had been the victim of a serial killer, now she realized she was to be sacrificed by an infernal sorcerer.

    “Sorry, babes.” He said with a wince, and yanked the tape off her mouth. She screamed bloody murder, but no one registered it because it seemed as if the world had become some great gong, as if every thunder storm in history had erupted outside. A twenty foot long pine impaled itself in the room, provoking sparks that rained down upon the two of them.

    And then the noise was gone.

    She opened her mouth again as he freed her. But he raised a hand with a smile, and she paused. Another roar, from the opposite side of the house came a few seconds later, but less strong, so that you could distinguish notes in it.

    “Whaaat?” She gasped, barely able to stand, clutching at her fiance’ arm.

    “Three hundred twenty megatonne fusion device.”: He said calmly. “You’ve heard the locals say that if it ever came to a Second American Civil War, why they had the guns, and the city folk didn’t?”

    She was blank for a second, and then remembered some hunting sort of fellow saying that the other week to some friends of his.

    “Well, They, that is the Blue, the pro-gov’t, the Establishment, the Liberals,whatever you call them, could figure this out too. So they hit first.”

    She looked up at him, wonderingly.

    “And you?”
    “I’m a Long Duration Scout Reconn in George Washington’s Temporal Army.” He paused, and then gently smiled. “I’m also the man so in love with you, that I jumped two centuries to find you.”
    Well, that was all right then, she thought as she collaped against his side, consciousness fading away.

  • smitty

    Excellent. But did it pack in enough twists and turns? 😉

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  • CaptDMO

    100 words?
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  • smitty

    Fine. Different exercise.

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