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 “I get it; the interplay between the geometric precision of the arches in the vaulted roof, the straightness of the pillars and the squares of the floor, against the snapshot of chaos, as the simulated tsunami crashes through the windows, with the unevenness of the edge on the floor pointing out how the […]

Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

by Smitty Zygiell’d lowered his hands and Korban rose as the tree, suddenly drained of vitality, toppled away. The others would enjoy a traditional recovery. “Osiris burns brightly in the night, affording me an unusual power. The first good sign in recent memory.” “The land is destroyed. Father had no hope other than buying time […]

Friday Fiction Verse: 100 Word Challenge

by Smitty Can the darkness devour the light? And can falsehood vanquish truth? And does forgiveness mean no fight, To preserve our liberty for the youth? From what source does leadership spring, Direction to give, resolve to share, At last tangible peace to bring, And clear corrupted Commmie air? For once upon a time a […]

Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

by Smitty “And then one of the people at the table went out and betrayed him, right? They haul him off, publicly execute and bury him. But a month later he’s reborn as a zombie and everyone cracks open all the presents their parents stashed under the tree that they mysteriously set up in the […]

Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

by Smitty “The natives probably had some rituals surrounding the berry harvest.” “You mean your people don’t even use this?” “What for? We shop at the big box store like everyone else.” “Whatever. We’ve already talked about the funky native attire–” “That Chinese supplier says they can deliver by the end of January.” “Excellent. We’ll […]

Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

by Smitty The motor had once been electric, mounted on the beam atop two poles. It still drove the fan blade that kept Her Majesty and the People Who Mattered comfortable in the sultry summer. The drive belt that went through the center of the wooden poles was the same old rubber friction affair, only […]

Friday Fiction: 100 Word Story

by Smitty The sisters spied him and looked discreetly out the window as they sat on the loveseat; young, aristocratic, unapproachable. We approached. They turned, and I immediately botched it: “I you ladies spoke the fork Ball?” “What?” Joe bailed me out: “What Jim was trying to ask before he was overcome with your radiance […]

Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

by Smitty One last dip in the road separated Korban and his troops from Korbill Tower, highlighted by the moon on the hill. They were far enough up a side valley from River Myzods that the rolling countryside was untouched by disaster. As they passed a copse on the right side of the road, a […]

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