Category: Friday Fiction

Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

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by Smitty


“Over Macho Grande?” we challenge the trenchcoated figure with the fake cigarette.

“No. I don’t think I’ll ever get over Macho Grande.”

“We lost the dearest and best that day,” goes this week’s passphrase.

Nods. Leads us deeper into Baltimore’s maze of alleys, still riot-torn decades on. Hillary’s Faith Fairness Act, taxing churches, superficially destroyed them a dozen years back. Christianity goes underground. Again.

Hence our trek through darkness seeking the Light. Christianity’s not officially illegal, but dare publicly challenge current moral ambiguity. Paganism? Bring it. Baby.

He gets us in.

“For God so loved the world…” intones the pastor.

via Darleen

Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

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by Smitty

It had not always been the case that the county government building entrance was the mouth of a clown. Prior to the re-appointment of Charlotte Clinton as TemPOTUS, (Hillary never having finished the second term, and the Clintons never having quite departed power) there had been more…dignity about.

As Christians, the family had had to save and sacrifice for this day. They paid their Worship Tax, but were dressed extra nicely, to pay for their oldest son’s marriage & a pregnancy license, should a child bring them respite in that harsh time.

The red-lipped, pancaked, green-haired official in purple intoned…

via Darleen Click

UPDATE:

Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

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by Smitty


“Is that you, Grandma?” asked Alisha. They poured tea and pored over photos.
“Yes, I couldn’t have been more than 7 at the time.”
“What kind of bird are you holding?”
“Been 80 years. I’m blessed just to see it.”
“No worries, Grandma.” Alisha produced a smart phone and sent a close-up of the bird in the photo to a database in the Cloud for resolution.
A wait cursor later: “A Spotted Puffbird, Grandma!”
“Wonderful!”
Tea and chatting ended abruptly with the door kicked in.
“EPA! YOU’RE UNDER ARREST FOR VIOLATING THE ENDANGERED SPECIES ACT. YOU HAVE THE RIGHT…”

 

 

Via Darleen

Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

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by Smitty

King Korbill at Valley Myzods


Sky brooding: doom of the gods,
King Korbill surveys the field,
where destiny would soon drink.

“Ten-to-one odds. Perhaps yield?”
inquires Marshall Kornods,
indulging in common-think.

“A final trump we will wield,
ere River Myzods runs pink,”
the monarch he grimly nods.

Enemy horde on the brink,
and his kingdom’s doom well-sealed,
Korbill is freed from the odds.

Battle is joined and the stink
of death fills Valley Myzods.
Upriver: Wizard Zygiell’d

Loosens the barrier clods
holding Myzods at a kink;
watery wall was concealed.

The flood drowns marauding sods.
Korbill’s demise is revealed.
Remorseless sky gives a wink.

via Darleen at Protein Wisdom

UPDATE: s/broken link/Wizard Zygiell’d/ in the fifth stanza to keep the form correct. Writing fantasy makes this easy; just throw in some whacky name where a rhyme is hard to come by.

Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

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by Smitty

“God has an email address?” asked Ernest, looking skyward.
“Wut?” mumbled dad.
“It’s an @ symbol in the sky,” but it was too far for Ernest’s finger to click.
Dad warmed to the moment on their camping trip. “You can think of prayer as God’s in-box.”
“He sure must get Him some spam.”
“Yeah, but, see, when it’s all your creation, even the frustrating bits about pallets of riches hung up in customs are all good.”
“So, if I sent God a prayer-email about getting a new XBox for Christmas, you think that He might forward that to you?”

via Darleen Click