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http://www.sffchronicles.co.uk/forum/47994-why-dont-the-attackers-just-crack-the-planet.html
The Idea is that you describe the destruction of the world in less than a hundred words - giving due regard to the feeling and emotions of the characters you introduce - or not
Pyan has started us all off so I have taken the liberty of pasting one of his attempts to the the first post. Ok there is some lattitude on the hundred words but you get the idea
If this is the wrong place, or if Pyan objects please kill the thread
http://www.sffchronicles.co.uk/forum/47994-why-dont-the-attackers-just-crack-the-planet.html
The Idea is that you describe the destruction of the world in less than a hundred words - giving due regard to the feeling and emotions of the characters you introduce - or not
Pyan has started us all off so I have taken the liberty of pasting one of his attempts to the the first post. Ok there is some lattitude on the hundred words but you get the idea
If this is the wrong place, or if Pyan objects please kill the thread
Pyan:
Sheesh!
Quote:
The Destroyers
Chapter One
Tom was working in the barn, fixing the wheel on the left-hand side of the hay-rake - the one that always squeaked and pulled to that side - which was only to be expected, as he'd caught it on a gate-post ( the one on the entry to the top forty-acre field, that had come into the farm when his uncle had died - him that married a widow from over Hillhouse way, and never had a day's peace since - well, it was only to be expected, as she'd talked her first husband to death, they said - them being the local coterie of gossips and naggers that you get in any farming area) the very first time he'd tried to get it into the field - eventually, he'd had to move the post, as it'd always been a narrow entry - you had to sort of start to turn, then back up a ways and twist the wheels of anything larger than the dog-cart to get in there at all...anyway, he'd bent the stub-axle on the hayrake, and it'd never been right since, so as he had a few spare hours - and that was something that was rare indeed in a farmers life here in the far reaches of the Realm, as anyone can tell you that's tried to scratch a living from the soil - if that's what you'd dignify with that name, as most of it was as dry as dust and blew away with the slightest hint of a breeze (and a breeze in itself was a rare thing around there - it was usually either stifling hot and totally calm, so everyone baked in the sun, as was right and proper for the sort of poor peasants that all the locals really were, or it blew a hurricane, and all the topsoil, along with what was struggling to grow in it just disappeared over the horizon...so, he'd managed to get the axle-cap off, and was examining the end of the stub-axle with a worried expression on his honest, if somewhat careworn face - the usual sort of face you find in the countryside, when he heard a noise and looked up...
BANG!
The planet exploded....
The End
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