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 There he is again. “You tell that Zergotazz to lay by his volcanic rift. Sending the Silent Posse won’t break this crypto faster.” No motion. “That’s enough data, they said. Plenty of resources, they said. Sorry. It’s not. You’re wasting bandwidth.” The hologram glitched a moment, blurring the henchman’s knees. Suddenly, a while […]

Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

by Smitty He ran through the forest toward the bingo point. Got to get back to the Moon. No time to worry about why the mission failed. Shot through the arm. No time for pain. Run. The full moon provided enough light as the clearning emerged. Glancing leg shot. Dogs barking as they scented his […]

Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

by Smitty From time ago far past, Sprang a galaxy so vast, Infinity did strain it to contain. And though man be alone, Contemplation skill to own, Still weighed it heavily upon the brain. Into its depths he peered, (Predators so deeply feared), Devices all around, data to glean. To algorithms fed, The danger off […]

Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

by Smitty Held the lantern before her as the alley ended. Comfortable night; last week’s storm had purged the alley. Senses alert; autonomic nervous system deftly controlled, she knocked on the door.“Results,” a voice challenged. “Not excuses,” she replied. Blindfolded, gently led, eventually seated. She gave the guide the lantern. “Report,” he demanded. The leader. […]

Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

by Smitty Offstage, the director nods. I step into light. “None of this madness,” a sweeping gesture captures the previous action, “has made sense. Your mind cycles through the events and characters, connecting dots in a vain attempt to draw order from chaos. Relax. The good news: there *is* a point to all of this. […]

Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

by Smitty The pumpkin spice latte drifted across my nose, and I chuckled. “What’s that about?” she demanded. “Oh, that smell returns me to High School. Math class. I had one on the floor. Ten minutes into class, the teacher notices it and demands that I dispose of it.” “What’s funny about getting busted?” “Nothing. […]

Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

by Smitty Sometimes they put you in a bad position, and blame you for being there. The end of the day, the end of the week, the end of the month: somebody comes up to you and needs data access. You kinda know who this is; you’ve seen him around the office, but this request […]

Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

by Smitty I loved you, Earl Though but a girl Until that fateful day When hatred came With gun of blame And took your life away Oh how we dreamed In innocence Those nights under the stars Of shoes and ships Of global trips How adventure would be ours Now years have passed Since day […]

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