The Other McCain

"One should either write ruthlessly what one believes to be the truth, or else shut up." — Arthur Koestler

Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

Posted on | July 10, 2015 | 20 Comments

by Smitty

Granpda had a vision of his last look at the city. The hugest moon he’d ever seen, obscured by unnatural clouds. Bombers. A distant enemy had visited. A murder of ravens deployed from a lonely tree for the sudden necropolis.
That had been decades ago. The country hadn’t recovered from electing foolish leaders that brought ruin.

Grandpa dimly recalled references to a time when the people weren’t cowering in fear and scavenging like the ravens.

* * *

Time passed. People ceased to blame others. Instead, they looked within for strength. The ravens awaited the cycle.

via Darleen

Category: Friday Fiction

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20 Responses to “Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge”

  1. AmNewsWatch
    July 10th, 2015 @ 9:22 pm

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  2. CHideout
    July 10th, 2015 @ 9:22 pm

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  3. WeRResistance
    July 10th, 2015 @ 9:22 pm

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  4. Lockestep1776
    July 10th, 2015 @ 9:22 pm

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  5. Citzcom
    July 10th, 2015 @ 9:22 pm

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  6. wiskey1249
    July 10th, 2015 @ 9:22 pm

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    July 10th, 2015 @ 9:27 pm

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    July 10th, 2015 @ 9:27 pm

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  9. darleenclick
    July 10th, 2015 @ 10:27 pm

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  10. BobBelvedere
    July 10th, 2015 @ 10:36 pm

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  11. Southern Air Pirate
    July 10th, 2015 @ 11:34 pm

    It wasn’t until he heard the caw of the crows as they left that boy turned around to look again. They said that he would never be free again, that he was there until he couldn’t work or if the den mother took a liking to his body. It was still night and the people in their strange uniforms with their strange accents said something about the lift ticket would be here in a second, that this was the most vile forced labor and re-education camp established since
    Downfall. His ten year old mind then shifted to his parents.

  12. Mike G.
    July 11th, 2015 @ 7:36 am

    Now that’s some Friday fiction…get a real job dumbass!

  13. Mike G.
    July 11th, 2015 @ 7:37 am

    That’s a lot better than what I did over at Darleen’s.

  14. daialanye
    July 11th, 2015 @ 8:31 am

    Next assignment: expand this nano-flash into a novel. You pick the genre.

  15. Eric Ashley
    July 11th, 2015 @ 1:22 pm

    I’ve written ‘Darwin’s World’ which made fun of a sacred cow, and ‘Death of a Blogger’, which was the first not quite murder mystery about bloggers.

  16. Eric Ashley
    July 11th, 2015 @ 1:41 pm

    His feet were sore in the trek broken sneakers, and the wide leather neck guard mixed anachronistically with the polyester shirt, and thin black tie, and the knickerbocker pants. Before him, the Ash City, already halfway unreal, and the Burning World. Above its curve, the Nebular Lord, named Odin, and to his left, the hideous face of She Who is Death.

    The ravens, Odin’s servants, cawed foul mockery at him as was their fowl kind’s like until with his Swiss Army knife he drew a symbol in the palm of his hand, and showed it to them. Then they fled, shieking.

    Weary beyond words, and so aching that the pain of his bloody hand barely registered, he turned back to the end of one branch of Yggdrasil. It stood above him, like a small tree, but its roots went all the way down to the bottom of the Multiverse. Using spit and blood, he drew another sign on its bark, and forced a way into the interior passages.

    Now, he had to swim back two pasageways, two branchings, and then take the leftward branch, hopefully that would bring him to the current Burning World. For Odin and Hela were destroyng the Multiverse, and the fruit on the Tree, one verse, one world at a time. And he was not even sure he could reach them, let alone stop them, but he was all there was, the Last Worldwalker among his people, and if he did not save them, he did not know who would.

  17. daialanye
    July 11th, 2015 @ 8:29 pm

    Where are they, Eric? I’ll have a look.

  18. PhyllisTDowd
    July 12th, 2015 @ 1:05 am

    i like me theothermccain See More Detail

  19. MichaelAdams
    July 12th, 2015 @ 8:41 am

    More f888ing SPAM!

  20. Eric Ashley
    July 12th, 2015 @ 11:16 am

    On Lulu.com. Hopefully one of these months I’ll start tossing stuff to Amazon as an indie.