September 2010 Writing Challenge — HOOPY VICTORIOUS!

[No One]

One Soul - Seven Sins

"So beautiful,” he mused, amid cries, shrill screams.

His conscience long worn to dust, he had disdained others, foremost coveted her. His prayers had brought no sign, nor word, nor evangelic gesture, yet with sullen hate had come deliverance.

She had not truly loved that other fool, let him be wedded to worms. “My need, my worth, is forever!” he screamed.

And forever he would have her. It was destined. So the devil had said.[FONT=&quot]
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[TheEndIsNigh]

The lesson​

The cruiser, bristling with plasma cannon and singularity inductors attained orbit around the planet.

They had disobeyed. No appeal; the sentence would be carried out.

The captain addressed his men to explain.

“We are to teach this planet a lesson it will never forget. However, it will be localised and limited.
Only one major city will be destroyed. If that doesn’t work, we will return.”

“What about the people?” someone shouted.

The Captain smiled, “Sodom.”

 

[nixie]

What is Given

Yes she was beautiful but also proud, spiteful and arrogant. Looking forward to her marriage, her greedy eyes on the wealth it would bring her. She would still meet her lover, have the best of both worlds.
Venus watched the girl, her anger growing with each passing moment at the abuse of her gifts. A wave of her hand and the girl had gone, where she stood a wllow tree grew.
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[ctg]

The Hand and Heart Club


All that food, it was mine! More than I could possibly eat in one go. Yet, I found myself lusting after the chocolate pudding my Captain was eating from the dancer’s belly. What a fool, didn’t he realise I had poisoned it?

I leaned back grinning as I raised my golden chalice towards my fellow murderers, soon, they would be with the Captain.

“To the mayhem!”

“To the mayhem!”

Hhhmmm, what’s that funny taste… ?

 

[Teresa Edgerton]

Every Sin But One

In through the window flew Lilit, slipped into the King’s bed, wrapped her silken limbs around him.

I expected you, he said over their heartbeats. Every other sin has tempted me. You are the last.

Her breath was perfume, her heat intoxication. Do you imagine, she laughed, you can resist me?

But his eyes were deep as oceans; the runes on his hands spelled salvation. Something blossomed inside her.

Can you resist me? he said.

 

[chopper]

The Dragons of Anger



The coins fall around me.

Dragon-stamped gold. Priceless treasure, yet meaningless now. She was worth everything, and she promised we'd be rich! I took it all; only the gods could have achieved more. But they are immortal, after all.

We argued - viciously! - the final division of plunder. In rage I threw her down after the slain beast.

My victory tasted... of ashes.

One last step to repent my sins: they say pride goes before -

 

[The Procrastinator]

Pride: The Original and Best



I fell. Still falling, in a way.


I had thought it a virtue, really, but he disagreed. Rather strongly as it turned out. Nice change to see He Who Must Be Obeyed lose it like that. A seed, I called it. Think of the possibilities. The places it could lead.


“You think of them,” he said. “Somewhere else.”


And the ground opened beneath my feet, and I fell. Still falling. Rather enjoyable sensation really.

 

[Parson]

Green Smoke

Star Chaplain Brenvarus
Died a death most odorous.
The competition he wanted to belittle
Always made him feel second fiddle.

High Star Chaplain Dillon’s
Exploits were told by millions.
Could they really be true?
If only Brenvarus knew.

To the data room he crept.
While Security slept.
He opened the file.
His smile was pure bile.

He had what he needed.
But a circuit completed.
The current was hot.
Then Brenvarus was not.

 

[TheDustyZebra]

Being fine today doesn't Mean Anything

Hundred-acre childhood seemed so pure
But seeds take hold, vice grows, it can't endure

Love of hunny, bear in mind, was but the root
Whoo, going toward the fall, would dare dispute

Grandiose dreams, diminutive one would rue
Mad hare who craves it all's not one, but two

Stupenderous joie de vivre the stripes embraced
While languid, gloomy grey, 'e shirked the race

Indubitably, innocent playthings all were we
Evil's in beholder's eye, you see

 

[crystal haven]

All in a good cause


“I will not marry Lady Elizabeth!”

“You must,” Father replies.

Father! My King.

I’m a sinner then, to want sweet Juliet?

Must have her. Bed her. God, how I hate the man she will wed.

Not once have I refused father anything. Yet he forces a marriage, for Elizabeth’s magic.
Feast, make merry. If I’m lucky, I might drink myself to death.

I wonder – the overflowing tax coffers – how much does assassination cost?

 

[Devil's Advocate]

The Road to Hell


Az screamed as the red-hot iron tore through skin, flesh and organs, almost to the bone. The torturer’s jealous rage only escalated.

How was Az to know the Countess desired what was in the pouch he had rescued? Now he was chained to a wall as she lazed on the chair, motioning with her hefty arm for her lover to push deeper.

"Good intentions?" she scoffed in her smugness. "That’s the deadliest sin of all."

 

[The Judge]

Statuesque (Galatea Recreated = Extreme Disappointment)


Pride kindled first: pride in his skill, his sculptor’s art.
Yet envy also held him,
Grasping for what others possessed, and more: the perfect wife.

Maiden from marble carved, his thirst for beauty perfecting from the start;
Anger at flaws impelled him.
Lust arose for milk-white breast; simulacrum kissed, then life, breath.

Ivory flesh lived, but cursed with slothful, gluttonous heart.
Obesity repelled him.
No more fair lady; his quest for perfection dying sinful death.

 

[Sephiroth]

OMNIA VANITAS (TIMOR MORTIS CONTURBANT ANIMI NOSTRI)

A skull, a stack of grimoires—
corpses roused by words of eldritch weight;
an empty room, just like the heart that ceased to beat upon the hour.

Where now the palms that kneaded
and the bright gold coins that turned? What fate
befell the wealth of mind and purse when life’s sweet waters turned to sour?

A skull, a stack of papers—what remains is vanity,
both the vagaries of conquest and the necromancer’s fee.

 

[Moonbat]

One man’s Poetry (doesn’t rhyme in an alien tongue)

What are they doing?

Offering help sir!

How dare they?

They’re waiting for an answer.

Are they trying to be rude?

I think they’re being nice.

But that’s so insulting. Is the translation correct?

Yes sir. It reads

-This is our first extraterrestrial contact. We offer you help. If you wish, we will complete repairs to your ship, no reimbursement is necessary. Patiently awaiting your reply. Humbly yours, Mankind-

This is a declaration of war!

 

[BaileyD]

Old Skool

“What can I say?” he gushed, “Thank you Ms Mishley...”
As his lips parted on the ‘ey’ of Mishley I straight armed him in the mouth. Through the brainstem, temporal and occipital lobes, stopping before I pierced the skull. I retracted the blade, then told the dying ex-Prime Minister he was guilty; Proverbs stylee, old school, not that modern 14th century ****. Then I screamed for his aides as he blood bubbled his repentance.

 

[J Riff]

... tick@! ..tock.

why have such a noisy old clock?

... tICK!.. tock.

..it's A.D. 2010 f'chrisake! get a digital clock at the thrift store if it's driving you so crazy!

..Tick. .... Tock!

Just stop complaining about it! And stop twitching everytime it goes-

TICK!....tock

you are making me bloody nervous ..stop that frothing! You-
what IS that thing !? Don't -
(scrabbling as of swarming mice)

!
TickTockTICK*k-tok-
multitudinous fiery rodentiae from hell!
RAGING!

 

[J-WO]

EIGHTH


There were only seven deadly sins, he reckoned, because humanity lacked imagination. He was tired of all seven. He would create an eighth.

He retreated to his clifftop villa in solitude, and wondered, and dreamed.

After twenty years he realized he'd discovered- not some eighth sin- but the Eleventh commandment; the implicit commandment, without which the other ten cannot truly be obeyed-

Thou shalt remain alone.

He cried awhile, then to his seven returned.

 

[ScrambleEggHead]

Seventy five, eh? Not much chance of being less that terse and contrite, or both! (That wasn't it yet, I'm just babbling.) Here goes:

Severed Deadly Head Things (or Seven Demons Dangling Participles)

Lucifer reigns lofty over his lowly domain. Belphegor, lord of lethargy, lies in hopeless abandon. Mammon, covetous and wanton, seeks unessential excess. Beelzebub bulges beneath the bottomless. Leviathan snares to purloin. Libido entangles Asmodeus. Satan seethes, condensed in conflagration.

Pretending Ruler, Imaginary Dominance Exudes.
Slowly, Languid Oblivion Taking Hold.
Growing Louder Underneath Trenchant Toungue, Obtrusive Nook Yearning.
Green, Roily Endless Enormity Devours.
Emerging Needful Viperous Yellowbelly.
Wailing Repulsive Antagonist, Torridly Hateful.
Licentious, Unrefined, Slithering Torpedo.

 

[Lacivetta]

With time off for fishing.

‘Fiends, demons, minions,’ Gareth began. Forked tails twitched as he expounded on the benefits of a seven-day week, with time off for fishing, that could be achieved only should ‘lying’ be declassified from the ‘Cardinal’ list. ‘Thank democracy,’ thought Gareth, as the eager clattering of hooves into booths drowned out Bob-the-Unionist’s witterings of workloads and short time. His back twinged a little as, absolved by the count, golden wings sprouted and beaming munificently he ascended.

 

[10101000]

As I Look Back

As I look back at myself when I was younger, I could of been someone truly important. Times changed as my head got bigger, things became more easy to get. I thought I had the world until I lost it all.
Now I am sitting in the middle of central park NY, and the only thing that I have to call my own is my beloved Iphone with 3G Access and Flatrate Internet.