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 Thank Thee for time to pause, Commercial though’t sadly be, To humbly gather for the cause, Forgiving here before the tree. Thugged my girl of Spring even, There before the burger joint, That wretched jerk, my brother Steven, Whom I absolve at this here point. I suppose his Summer days of fun, He […]

Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

by Smitty “Oh no! Bill, its optical sensors are active.” “OK. We’re already frozen in place, Mike. It’s 200 clicks to base. Comms are down. What do we do?” “Do? That EMP was supposed to halt all the droids. How much ammo do you have left?” “None. You?” “Same.” “Bollocks.” “You remember that machete you […]

Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

by Smitty “We’d like to lodge a complaint about this ‘Unplugged Vacation’, right? There’s no Wifi. OK, We have 4G. But you brought us so far out that we haven’t got any bars.” He stared. “And speaking of coffee bars,” continued Biff, “there isn’t a Starbucks in Uber distance. And I’m not sure that the […]

Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

by Smitty “It’s just a flesh wound! Come back here & I’ll bite your leg off!” “Sir, no time for Python. Only by some freak of the geometry that the shockwave left six floors. Obviously no nuke. Maybe a MOAB?” “Yeah, this means that I can quit working on that stupid budget slide deck!” “Look: […]

Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

by Smitty READ PART 1 OVER AT Victory Girls When the mob came to the power plant, that Master’s Degree in Improvisational Propaganda came in to focus for Stevens. “My friends, I have struggled against the weight of Ungeheuer’s greedy capitalist inclinations for years. His oppression killed Carl Simmons outright, and drove both Henry Jones […]

Halloween Edition: Friday Fiction, 100 Word Challenge

by Smitty On that fateful Autumn eve ‘Neath a moon so full and bright Moon maidens would dance and weave Offering an eldritch sight That was until Saint Thorgun came Caught them at their pagan toil Dared their awful prance to tame And their magic cloth to coil For though their wanton wiles were strong […]

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 […]

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