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

by Smitty He buried the accelerator pedal in the floorboard. The truck was already redlined. He is concentration was all on the road; the destination, the hospital a few miles ahead, was a fixed point. He seemed to move the vehicle by force of will against the wind to get there. The storm outside was […]

Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

by Smitty The downpour masked the tears of despair. After six months in the brothel, she was dead inside. She ached from the abuse as she limped through the neon jungle to the little closet that was hers. It was only a matter of time before the exposure to strangers gave her one of the […]

Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

by Smitty “We left our Safe Space a week ago,” started Randy, striding with his walking stick. “Yes. The legend said Progress Tower lay toward sunrise. It was true,” replied Jeff. “HALT! YOUR. PRESENCE. ON. THIS. PUBLIC. LAND. IS. NOT. AUTHORIZED.” a ‘bird’ above their heads made swift, perfect circles and shrieked metalically. “Is that […]

Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

by Smitty The right eye looked outside of the perimeter. The neural coupler beneath the feathers picked up the signal and transmitted it back to the FOB control center. A blip appeared. The bird shifted its head to view with the other eye. AI in the FOB effortlessly integrated the new picture, along with that […]

Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

by Smitty “It’s wet,” he mumbled, working with a patient fury. Innocuous. Guards scowled. The forty prisoners in the castle bailey were to work on pottery for their own use, and for Geneva Convention reasons of fair treament, they were told. They knew a trace element in the clay was killing them. He shaped his […]

Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

by Smitty The volcano erupted and slew the loudly weeping forest with fire. Moot was the point that the victim was a rainforest, and featured a lake. The water’s indifference to the inferno on the hill could not have been more placid. That was, until the earthquake. The ravaged trees had their revenge against the […]

Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

by Smitty Riesling. He knew. The dinner was torment. Every word said fraught with double entendre, silent condemnation beneath pleasantness. He was a surf and turf man, washed down with cabernet sauvignon. But for this dinner, in front of parents and children, it was chicken cordon bleu, a below-the-radar reference to her colleague, John Riesling. […]

Friday Fiction: ‘Ozzysandersous’

by Smitty The wizened old man in a land antique, Sat in the shade before a market ruined. He hailed to me: “Man, what do you seek, In the Fair Trade Bazaar of Xanaxind?” “Some cold water, since English you speak, If one can such in this ancient rubble find. How must the former sights […]

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