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 The crowd gathered by the mountain lake. The moons were lining up. The tidal force steadily lowered the water to reveal The Ship. The hint of the hull began to peek out. It had been centuries since moons and season provided the correct angle. Waters receded. The hull emerged, covered in plant growth. […]

Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

by Smitty She knows. I’ve been gone six years. A random Friday morning seemed good to sneak back into the house at dawn to pick up some documents. My daughter’s are judge, jury and executioner. “Hi. *Dad*.” A three letter wrecking ball. All of my rationalizations, anger, and self-righteousness are suddenly gone. “Oh my God, […]

Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

by Smitty “What?” “I’ll have another Shirley Temple.” “OK.” “You the new hire? You’re not laughing at me for skipping alcohol?” “No. You’re the customer. I don’t drink, either.” “Then what are you doing here?” “Pay’s good, until I get signed. Here’s your drink.” “What do you play? Here.” Handed him a ten. “Guitar. Blues. […]

Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

by Smitty Three hour drive. The hike from the parking area, where he left the phone with the jeep (barely one bar, anyway) was five miles, mostly uphill. The waves of stress rolled off during the trek. He’d return on the morrow for the supplies. For now, the task was to get to the cabin, […]

Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

by Smitty I got accused of “hot mom privilege” today by Timmy today. He’s a year older than me. Last week Billy stayed over and we were up all night playing Halo Wars 2 and mom came down in the basement in her nightgown to tell us to turn the game off and get some […]

Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

by Smitty Crazy Uncle Eddy stared at the room full of fuming relatives from the portrait. “Screw him and his stupid scarf! I just want my share of the inheritance!” railed John Wentworth. “He used to sit and knit and mutter ‘String literals, or literal strings?’” said John’s brother Tim. And Greg knew. It was […]

Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

by Smitty Some are known to history, Some by neighbors known, Some fall prey to gluttony, Of food and things they own. Youth is spent in pleasure’s chase, While flesh can still support it, And life can feel a treadmill race, By pressure so distorted. Love matures the youthful heart, Binding the sympathizer, Through trials […]

Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

by Smitty The Association was composed of off-the-net greasepits and cars that people could still “work” on. He’d fetch the strongbox cached securely within the engine compartment, extract the optical media, mount it on the creaky old laptop (running some Slackware release that hadn’t been updated or rebooted in a decade–up the network!) and un-tar […]

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