The Vendetta

The Vendetta - An homage to raw unadulterated power

The Story of Dangerfield's Dad

By Mack McColl

Chapter one: The World's Greatest Fishing Knife

Is that an illusion? Was he seeing things? It looks exactly like Keith, the guy he spent a month tearing up weeds with in June (and part of July) in the backyard of Mister Sissons property in West Meadowlark. But how could this be? It was 700 miles away and more than a month ago. The motorcycle was a Honda 75 and the guy was wearing a helmet but it was clearly Keith when he turned toward Dale and drove over to stop on the road beside him.

"Dale! What are you doing here? Where are you staying?"

"Nowhere. I was down at Peachland. I left this morning and I am going to camp beside the lake."

"That's not possible. The cops will roust you for sure. You can stay with me. I am at my brother's house for the summer. He will let you crash for a couple nights."

This was a spot of unexpected good luck, which took a moment to process. He didn't hesitate to accept, almost without any thought whatsoever.

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To Rest and Reincarnate

To Rest and Reincarnate - An homage to going from bad to worse

Introducing a Work in Progress

To Rest and Reincarnate

All Rights Mack McColl 2025

A Novel Manuscript Unravelling from The Author's Mind as we speak

Chapter One

Nothing makes Diablo Dybbuk miserable more than a hint of success or happiness in others. Nothing makes Diablo happier than seeing others suffer, and the only thing better is when he gets to cause it. He lives his disenchanted existence in camouflage, a disenfranchised life shrouded in secrets and darkness and mystery. He dressed in neutral-colours and second-hand clothes, usually smelling musty as wet wool, mixing with no particular purpose, and watching a grey and murky world of sinners go by. Not in the religious sense, because he had none of it. Diablo went around feeling like the basic burnt end of a lightning bolt.