November 2010 Writing Challenge -- KARN WINS!!!

[Deathfrommassive]

Lovers

Eyes closed she felt the warm touch of her lover.

She thought back to when she had first taken this assignment all those many years ago.

Earth’s Diplomat

She felt his face tentacles tickle her face as she smiled and tried to stifle a laugh.

“You’re tickling me,” she playfully, as she got out of bed and walked to the bathroom

The world was a blur of color and light until she put in her…

 

[10101000]

Level 2

LEVEL 2

Time raced by as the little one was being lifted. Higher he went until the Earth below was small. Wet, weightless rooms coordinated the paths of the chosen ones, for it is they that will meet the makers, it is the chosen that will see the face the true God. False prophets and messiahs will be casted to perish of the underworld of New World Order Chaos. Contact has been made.

 

[beadchaser]

Eminent Domain



She saw herself crossing gardens, jumping picket fences, racing fate. Contact was inevitable. She’d known that the others were coming, even before the beam descended on her boys. Light, thick pulsing blue, enveloped them, lifted them. She intoned foreign words, building power, climaxing as she clapped her hands above her head. She sent power forth, shielding the boys. Light dissipated. She ran to them, and hugged them closely. Yelling foreign curses, she woke, sweating cold.

 

[StormFeather]

Test Subject: Species Unknown​

The experts and scientists had conducted their tests.

Now it was her turn. From the first, she’d felt a connection. It wasn’t an ‘It’ to her.

She entered the cell. Reaching out a tentacle, she stroked it’s wet face. It’s appendages grasped at her.

Her implant translated it’s sounds.

‘Please. I want to go home. Back to Earth. Please.’

Sensing it’s aching loneliness, she cradled it, as a child, and felt it weep against her.

 

[The Procrastinator]

A New Thing

The burnt air flees howling, the earth shakes; everything cowers. When the choking clouds clear, a metal tower stands in a newly dead space, pointing at the merciless sun.

A puff of dust as a foot touches the ground, twists, is joined by its twin. Steps across the landscape.

A gloved hand reaches down to touch a small purplish growth. Blue eyes squint behind a faceplate, then widen. A mouth opens in a scream.

Contact.

 

[Susan Boulton]

The puddle of water on the glass table became larger. Carson began to panic. His fingers slipped on the shiny surface, as his hands failed to make a final barrier on the rough edge. It tumbled over; ignoring his pleas for it to stop and began to fill the room. He could feel the water lapping round him, rising higher, chilling his flesh and filling his mouth to stop his screams. Contact had been made.

 

[Mag the Mighty]

A Close Encounter

“I have a bogey at ten o’clock high.”

“This is Houston. Say again, Pegasus.”

“We have a bogey at ten o’clock high.”

“Roger. Do you have any more information, estimated distance or size?”

“…”

“Say again, Pegasus.”

“We have…several…actual…looks like…”

“Say again, Pegasus.”

“…polar orbit. They’re so…bright…”

“Roger, Pegasus. At what distance?”

“…looks like…”

“Say again.”

“So beautiful…”

“…”

“Come in, Pegasus. This is Houston…”

“This is Houston. Come in, Pegasus…”

“Pegasus, come in.”

“…”

 

[chrispenycate]

I checked the regulations and discovered an oversight; there’s no rule against a Chrispy being very silly indeed, as long as it doesn’t take more than seventy-five words.

So, without further ado, complete story, definitely SF…

First contract​

An alien, grey-skinned and compact
Brought his mothership in for first contact
Introduced to our leader
Attempted to feed her
Interstellar insurance, a contract

Unhappily, humans have lawyers
Far more vicious than planet destroyers.
Ship impounded, by train,
Travelled home to explain
His failure to his employers.

Though excluded from confederation
We experience no consternation.
If protection’s a racket,
Introspection can hack it,
Facing future with wild jubilation.

 

[Precise Calibre]

[FONT=Courier New, monospace]Farewell
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[FONT=Courier New, monospace]
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[FONT=Courier New, monospace]Touch there had been; sweet and brief[/FONT]
[FONT=Courier New, monospace]Shivering with the delight of exploration[/FONT]
[FONT=Courier New, monospace]Her being had been paradise [/FONT]


[FONT=Courier New, monospace]Words there had been; many but too few[/FONT]
[FONT=Courier New, monospace]Sent through the ether, through static [/FONT]
[FONT=Courier New, monospace]Her voice had been angelic[/FONT]


[FONT=Courier New, monospace]Too soon divided; duty to mankind[/FONT]
[FONT=Courier New, monospace]Disaster; our misplaced machine hubris[/FONT]
[FONT=Courier New, monospace]My last journey, my last goodbye[/FONT]


[FONT=Courier New, monospace]And so sped away that tiny blue marble[/FONT]
[FONT=Courier New, monospace]My heart along with it[/FONT]


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[FONT=Courier New, monospace]What I would do for one last kiss...[/FONT]

 

[BookStop]

A Rewarding Job is a Job Well Done

He checked his list again. This situation was rare; Pennymore supposed it lucky he was so familiar with the manual.

Section 5,901,442.1: In the rare instance tooth extraction was not completed before slumber on appointed night, fairies must initiate contact exchange. *(see diagram 4)

Pennymore reached up and grasped the dangling tooth when he was overcome by a suffocating blackness.

He sighed.

Section 5,901,442.7: In the ultra-rare occurrence one is swallowed by the child…

 

[Moonbat]

The agony of separation

I’m comforted by the proximity of strangers, by the bump and jostle of the thronging crowd.
Then, my dreams of beauty are realised.
But I cannot to touch her. One touch and I’ll perish.
Curse my teenage lust!
Curse my indiscretions!
Please forgive me, remove this dreadful punishment.
I’m bound to a separate, isolated existence. I was coping but… she’s different.

A glove removed
A hand extended
One simple, agonising touch and then…
Death.
Satisfaction.

 

[Mouse]

Touch

Dragons were coming, lighting the world on fire and destroying everything in their path.

In her bed, Taniela lay dying. She had called them and it had taken all her strength. She thought things would be different. She thought...

A tear ran down her cheek. Everybody would suffer and it was all her fault.

Across the room, in his crib, lay her son. More than anything, she wished she could hold him one last time.

 

[alchemist]

Diplomatic Relations

The President stared at the screen, as rapt as the rest of humanity. Varney, his aide, passed him a sandwich. He had eaten little during these crazy few days. He watched the mile-long ship descend, fusion plumes turning the desert to glass.

"Gee," Varney said. "Wouldn't want to annoy those guys."

The world waited. A grainy face, white with black patches, appeared on every screen.

"Mooo!"

The President’s beef sandwich dropped to the floor.

 

[HoopyFrood]

Lukøje

He lay in the chair, gripping the arms.

“Ready?”

“Glass? I thought they were made of –“

“Pure glass. The finest glass, finest sand”.

He nodded. “OK”.

The little domes fell into his eyes. First one, then the other. He blinked and the world cleared.

“How do they feel?”

“Fine. Thank y-“

He screamed as the glass stretched. It grew around his eyeballs.

Dr. Coppel plucked them out like delicate marbles. “Pretty eyes. Pretty eyes”.

 

[Teresa Edgerton]

La belle au bois dormant.

She sleeps, a rose amidst the thorns.

A thousand years he waits to see her wake,
No prince, no man of earthly clay,
But a spirit of the air, incorporeal.
His kind and hers may not touch,
The elements of which they’re made utterly unlike.

The years drag by. He'll wait no more: their lips meet.
Two worlds draw near, love bridges the gap—

Startled, he staggers back, encased in flesh.
Her eyes open ...

 

[sloweye]

Not so nuts.

“They spoke to me” He said kicking his legs, arms held fast
“I’m telling you! They did” he cries out, trainers squeaking on the shiny floor.
“Please? You have to listen to me, they’re coming”
“yeah, right, just another nut job howling at the moon” says the porter as he slams the heavy door.
Then, screams and the brightest of lights, a noise like thunder……. Silence!
He watches the shadow under the door.
“Why me?”

 

[Culhwch]

Killin' Time

‘Contact!’

A low thrum as electromagnetically-accelerated rounds whir past. I dodge behind a tree. More rounds slam into the man behind me. A grunt, a mist of blood in the air.

‘Suppressing fire! Now!’

I pop my safety, lean out, scan the treeline. A darting figure. I squeeze the trigger without thought. The familiar face in my scope is torn apart.

The familiar face.

My face.

I guess we do find that time portal.

 

[reiver33]

Face Off

I reached out but she shied away, clearly horrified.

“Babe, it’s still me. I had to show you-“

Nikki threw a glass of neat vodka in my face and tried to light me up, but her Zippo wouldn’t spark. By the time I could see again she had armed herself with two long-bladed kitchen knives and a stare that would melt stone.

Sometimes life just spits in your face and tells you its raining.

 

[Challah Rajni]

We Are Beautiful!

We were born Connected to the Supercomp. It said that only the best deserved life. It whispered to us always that we were ugly. It Discontinued those too ugly to live.

But one woman gave us souls... She shouted, "You are beautiful!"

We Disconnected, vowing to find her, embrace her.

We beheld her, she who remade us beautiful: a frail woman.

We reached out, but she pushed us away, saying, "Don't touch me. I'm ugly."

 

[winona]

Lost

The ship was cold, dark, and drifting. No one had received a full ration in weeks.
For four months, they'd been sending out the same message.
Simply, "Hello. Help." every few minutes.
Today, well after everyone had gone to sleep, came a response.
Nathanael rushed to bring everyone in, but when the five of them returned, hopeful hearts fell.
Before the power finally failed, the radio had spit out, "Hello. Help."