The Other McCain

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Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

Posted on | June 26, 2015 | 8 Comments

by Smitty

“I found your problem,” the plumber held forth his hand, palm up. Opening, the crystals vaporized on meeting the air.
“And where were these. . .crystals?” asked the wizard.
“Under the charcoal clogging the drain in the middle of the figure in the corner.”
“Show me.”
The crystals billowed by the time the plumber got to the middle of the pentagram. The wizard threw the knife straight for the heart, as the spell required.
The knife bounced off the chainmail under the plumber’s shirt, and he turned: “Fool! Last night I stayed at a Holiday Inn Express!”

via Darleen


8 Responses to “Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge”

  1. Loch Lomond Farms
    June 26th, 2015 @ 7:47 am

    This is set in Jim Butcher’s, Harry Dresden universe. So it is fan fiction. Deal with it.

    “Dracula. Vlad the Impaler himself. Do I ever have good luck?” Harry said half out loud. The Eldest hissed at them from Harry’s temporary trap.

    The old man behind Harry struggled to take off his shoes and socks.

    “I don’t know how much longer I can hold him, Father. What are you doing?”

    The old man pulled off his shirt, then his gloves. A blinding flash of light tore through Harry and struck the vampire.

    Where Vlad had been there was only dust and ashes.

    The old man was on the ground breathing heavily, the stigmata still smoking from holy fire.

    “Harry, believe.” And the old man died.

  2. daialanye
    June 26th, 2015 @ 8:24 am

    Finally! One with a plot I’m able to follow.

  3. Evi L. Bloggerlady
    June 26th, 2015 @ 10:05 am

    Doesn’t the award have to go to the Supreme Court majorities this week? Oh wait, they violate the rules by going way over 100 words.

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  6. Southern Air Pirate
    June 27th, 2015 @ 2:28 am

    There was a smoke smell in the air as the recording burned in his hands. Ian turned to his team and began to ask the questions. Jones was assigned to gather the equipment. “How will I do it, Ian?” “How about you open up Falcon Studio again?” “Which type are we looking to produce?” “I don’t know survey the area and see what can we get. Let’s pretend to be making a spy film.” “Roger!” Bond was asked to study the target and duplicate him. “He is going to be tough.” “Yea, but it can not be as bad as the Ukraine job” “Sure but that crying he does makes it harder.”

  7. smitty
    June 27th, 2015 @ 7:23 am


  8. Eric Ashley
    June 27th, 2015 @ 8:39 pm

    The pressure grew inside his brainpan; clouds flowed and efflouresced up from his central nervous system and up into his mindspace; cords holding it back frayed, and then with a positive act of will, he thought a phrase.

    “Why not?”

    And with that the pressure fled out into the atmosphere around him, so that a dog a mile away looked up in sudden concern; lightning revealed dark reaches torn into the surface, and up from them came a boiling liquid, black, viscous, acidic; and yet, he felt free, he felt clear. His mind and brain and body were in agreement.

    Jake turned to his tormentors, and smiled, faintly. He opened his right hand, and first smoke then fire came.

    “Time to pay.” He said softly, and they took a step back. If they had fallen on their knees, and begged for mercy, for favor they did not deserve, he might have spared them. Instead, they laughed, or ran in terror, but not for very long.

    Fire makes things clear; fire makes things bright; fire makes things burn.