100-Word Fiction: ‘And If I Do Not Speak’

I can’t get into it, said Alex, shaking his head, turning his palms upward. The conversation is one that is built around a vocabulary linked inextricably to a standardised and, yes, populist argument put forward by the ruling classes. It doesn’t matter which side you take in the argument, the fact that you’re using their words is always used against you to prove you’ve accepted their terms, accepted the proposal, the game. You’re midwife to the delivery of your own subjugation. But let me ask you a question: do you think silence is really just silence? Or something else?

100-Word Fiction: ‘I Will Never Forget You’

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100-Word Fiction: ‘The Bad Man’

Let the man speak, said one.

No, said another. He has nothing to offer us. He should not be here.

Are we afraid of him? asked another.

There is nothing to be afraid of, said another.

There is lots to be afraid of, shouted another.

He is the one who is afraid, intoned another. He who wants to speak. He who wants to spread fear and intolerance. He is the one who is afraid.

Do not pity him, said another.

Expel him, said another, I cannot bear his views.

But the man was smiling. He liked to hear them argue.