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 What’s more relaxing than a grandmother in the Keys of a perfect day, walking in the shallows as the tide flows in? It’ss the first day after the cleanup was mostly complete from the next hurricane after Katrina. The family has trundled down to the beach to find it mostly the same, despite […]

Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

by Smitty “You were right,” said Eddy in the playfully defeated tone they’d enjoyed for decades. Mary reached through his arm to touch his hand as he turned to kiss her forehead. They stood at the rail to view the high school track where their grand-daughter had just set a school record in the 100 […]

Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

by Smitty They were awesome. Cute, healthy (thank God!) and absolutely a blast. Ellen had waited so long for children. He arranged them on the hospital bed for a photo op. The cards and flowers continued to pour in. No way to work all that in. Mom & Dad would be arriving any moment, radiating […]

Friday FictionPoem: 100 Word Challenge

by Smitty Ponder So here I ponder, tired, aghast: Just how long can this nonsense last? Is it merely the same old noise, Heard by this ruin’s builder’s boys? The endless human song and dance Beats you far past the point of pants. Finds you here, posed as The Thinker, (Since you are not quite […]

Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

by Smitty Rumors of the Doom of Korbill at Vally Myzods had finally drifted to Wesloch. Korbill’s son Korban had rallied the tattered, drenched remains of the Leimeners at Korbill Tower. The Wizard Zygiell’d had healed Korbill, and they were rumored to be mounting an expedition East to the Grey mountains, through which the orc […]

Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

by Smitty Dad’s are kind of hard to get. Mine never said much. He brought the fishing rig behind him, like he was pointing at one of my footprints in the sand that wasn’t neat enough. Then he cast it with just a hint of violence. Maybe one of the clouds was bad. He smiled […]

Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

by Smitty Looked left, down the street, toward the cathedral, as I paused before crossing at the corner. Some common woman vigorously attacked road debris (glass? New Years revelers?) with a broom, keeping the street tidy in front of what I recalled was a cafe. The acoustics were right, and I thought I heard her […]

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 […]

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