75 WORD CHALLENGE -- May 2011 -- CHRISPENYCATE WINS!

[Perpetual Man]

re: May 2011 SEVENTY-FIVE WORD CHALLENGE -- CHRISPENYCATE WINS!

Home is Where The Heart is

Dark towers of concrete and steel reached toward the sky, wreathed in churning fronds of smog and smoke. Concrete stained with soot and grime, thousands of windows, blank cracked mirror facets, others hiding half-glimmered lights.

The stench of broken industry, rotting garbage and decay.

Corrupted by technology, as self-righteous magicians force us to evolve.

Why stay?

How can I leave?

This is where I was born, live. My city, my love, my friend.

 

[Lucky_Lola]

re: May 2011 SEVENTY-FIVE WORD CHALLENGE -- CHRISPENYCATE WINS!

Mirror In The Sky, What Is Love?


When I was younger I saw things.

I saw the wind and knew its name
the twilight sang to me of lost love and sorrow
the sea whispered secrets with the soft murmur of a loving mother.

I drifted beneath the street lights
yearning
desperately chasing echoes I alone could hear.



Now only one remains, a spirit imprisoned within the cold light of my monitor.
Waiting, and smiling.
Someday soon I’ll set him free.

 

[TacticalLoco]

re: May 2011 SEVENTY-FIVE WORD CHALLENGE -- CHRISPENYCATE WINS!

A Tale of Two Cities

The two cites were across the boader from each other.
On the frontier of their culture's empire in both placement and attitude.
Centuries of cooperation, trade and intermarriage connected them.

When war was declared each knew they were expected to be the front lines,
that war should be fought literally around and between them.

Each launched fearsome weapons.
Each launched armys made up of their children and their neighbor's children.
Each launched towards their capital.

 

[Colbey Frost]

re: May 2011 SEVENTY-FIVE WORD CHALLENGE -- CHRISPENYCATE WINS!

I NEVER MEANT TO MAKE YOU CRY.
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For all your magic and your drugs, you cannot stop me from throwing up. I half stand, half bend over the once busy streets; our wicked deed done.

I pushed you to do it and I'm so sorry. Maybe one day you can forgive me... maybe one day I can forgive myself. A life ended and a friendship torn, we will never be the same and it will never live.

Let me wipe your tears.

 

[Michelle Ann]

re: May 2011 SEVENTY-FIVE WORD CHALLENGE -- CHRISPENYCATE WINS!

To Life

Emma coughed against the smell of dark magic. It was over, but neither side had won. Only she remained standing and she was not the one who could fill Benn’s shoes. She looked over at her friend’s prone body; it felt like only yesterday they had played childhood games in London’s shining streets.

Her hand tingled, she knew she could do it; force life back into his body.

But at what cost to herself?

 

[MstrTal]

re: May 2011 SEVENTY-FIVE WORD CHALLENGE -- CHRISPENYCATE WINS!

Seeking Corporeal Encounter
Or
Have Wand Will Travel
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32 - Single White Wizard new to the metro area. Looking for someone to show me the local hot spots, places to avoid and maybe a little bit more. No fangs, claws, lack of pulse or chavs need apply. Please put “Deranged Kitten” in your e-mail response or I will delete as spam. Hope to hear from you soon!

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[Talysia]

re: May 2011 SEVENTY-FIVE WORD CHALLENGE -- CHRISPENYCATE WINS!

A Friend in Need

His magic had failed, leaving him trapped as a cat.

But for her, he would’ve died on the streets. Lonely and frail, she had still taken him back to her run-down council flat and shared her food with him; she’d even made him a place to sleep. Time passed and, as he tried to reverse the spell, they found great joy in companionship.

Even once he'd regained his human form, they remained firm friends.

 

[Aun Doorback]

re: May 2011 SEVENTY-FIVE WORD CHALLENGE -- CHRISPENYCATE WINS!

We built this city with rock hard trolls.

Its just another Sabbath in ‘No sleep’ street
The whores have got the coke hold, and the beggars have lost their feet
Dumuzi counts his money underneath the gate
Hugging darkness and anonymity, looking for his mate.

His ship's come in. He’s no fool
Ignoring promises of good times and a horse hair wig
He meets his Oni by the backdoor - After the gig

They embrace and wait for the sunrise
Like complete unknowns

 

[mosaix]

re: May 2011 SEVENTY-FIVE WORD CHALLENGE -- CHRISPENYCATE WINS!

Kindred Spirit.

Immortality has its drawbacks.

Take the young lady sitting next to me. We frequently meet in this subway car, share a newspaper, a joke. Chat about life. I’d like to get to know her better but there’s no future for us.

Unexpectedly she asks, “How old are you?”

I feel tired, weary of deceit. I need friendship, someone to trust.

“760.”

“Only ten years between us then. Perfect,” she says slipping her hand into mine.

 

[J Riff]

re: May 2011 SEVENTY-FIVE WORD CHALLENGE -- CHRISPENYCATE WINS!

ONLY IF YOU SAY PLEIADES

Hello Chumblington, old chum!
By the Seven Sisters! Earthman, use my proper name!
Come on, Chumbly, we’ve known each other a while now, and-
Silence! You were not invited here.
I don’t even know how I got here!
It is common for lifeforms to transude the pyramidal vortice at apex!
Your ignorance and insolence-
Chumblingtonne Vargongol Zorgorgloron... can I please borrow your lawn mower?
After you return the female android units.
Oh, let it grow.

 

[TheDustyZebra]

re: May 2011 SEVENTY-FIVE WORD CHALLENGE -- CHRISPENYCATE WINS!

[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]The Breakfast Club[/FONT]


“He was a quiet guy,” I told the reporter, “Never any trouble.”

Across the fence, police excavated his backyard. They would find only bones, and not all of those.

It was true, he always killed quietly, and it never troubled him when I took the blood, the zombies took the brains and the werewolves polished off the bodies.

He helped us survive undetected, and we disposed of nearly all his evidence.

What are neighbors for?

 

[reiver33]

re: May 2011 SEVENTY-FIVE WORD CHALLENGE -- CHRISPENYCATE WINS!

Imperfect Day

It was two-thirty in the morning, and raining. I stood in a dark doorway, waiting for The Man. The Man sold dreams, dreams made to order, dreams blended from donor neurotransmitters. I was hopelessly addicted, but didn’t care.

A moving shadow became The Man. He smiled and passed me a dermal patch.

“Happy birthday. There’s no charge.”

“Sweet. What’s it do?”

“Makes you believe you’re someone else.” His voice sounded almost sad, “Someone good.”

 

[Droflet]

re: May 2011 SEVENTY-FIVE WORD CHALLENGE -- CHRISPENYCATE WINS!

Man’s Best Friend.

“You’re on our street again. I guess we’ll have to teach you another lesson.”

Same time, same place. But things had changed since last time.

“Try it and I’ll set my dog on you.”

The four of them looked down at my tail-wagging poodle and fell about laughing.

The moon broke from behind a thick cloud and Rover changed; as did their expressions.

“Sick em’.”

Fangs and fur exploded into life. Then the screaming began.

 

[digs]

re: May 2011 SEVENTY-FIVE WORD CHALLENGE -- CHRISPENYCATE WINS!

Part of Your World

We flee the Aquarium, past whoring alley-nymphs and crippled fairies, wings traded for heroin. Past the ichor refinery and the Arena, billboards flashing: Minotaur vs Swan Maiden!

Akki dies. The sewer toxins have seared her skin and filth clogs her gills. My spit fails to moisten her dull scales. We are too far from water.

'Nearly there,' I promise.

She nods, smiles, and is gone.

My tears, tasting of the sea, bear her home.

 

[alchemist]

re: May 2011 SEVENTY-FIVE WORD CHALLENGE -- CHRISPENYCATE WINS!

The last two friends in the world


They sat in darkness on the roof, under the impenetrable, immovable clouds; their fingertips inches apart, yet separated by a chasm.

A scream came from below, the first in hours. The vampiri had found another survivor.

"Mindless creatures," she said. "When they finish us, they'll have no more food. They will die."

"I never told you...through all this...I...I loved you."

"I knew."

He turned back to the streets as the screams ended.

 

[Boneman]

re: May 2011 SEVENTY-FIVE WORD CHALLENGE -- CHRISPENYCATE WINS!

Parting is such sweet sorrow​

They say buildings breathe, when people live in them. Love in them.

They say buildings are part of us, and we a part of them.

They say that part of the building dies when a spirit departs.

I stood outside our house again today. Our only home, where my soul mate yet lies.

The wall is definitely leaning.

I'm hoping it will fall when I'm next to it. I'm ready to be killed by love.

 

[ventanamist]

re: May 2011 SEVENTY-FIVE WORD CHALLENGE -- CHRISPENYCATE WINS!

Nightlife

Owl and nightingale.
So different,
yet both nocturnal.
She serenades the deadbeats in that sleazy club,
while I hunt my latest prey in nearby alleys.
We feed each other's dreamworlds too.
Together, in our daytime slumbers,
she stalks the many who abused her love and trust;
while I, a chanteur with voice of liquid crystal,
bring joy to all and heal my own scarred soul.
Together we could rule the world,


Or destroy each other.

 

[Chaoticheart]

re: May 2011 SEVENTY-FIVE WORD CHALLENGE -- CHRISPENYCATE WINS!

Flight of the Blood

The stalker drew ever closer. Clutching Dakil’s wrist tightly, Tol sprinted down yet another flight of stairs. As they escaped into the street he stumbled, causing both men to fall. They landed awkwardly. A muffled snap; his wrist pinned beneath their weight.

Tol watched Dakil rise. It was too late.

‘Run!’ he screamed.

‘The children of the magi shall perish.’ A whisper; harsh, pitiless.

Dakil, looked down, smiling. ‘No.’

Chaos. Inquisitor. Kin-slayer revealed. Emptiness.

 

[A. S. Behsam]

re: May 2011 SEVENTY-FIVE WORD CHALLENGE -- CHRISPENYCATE WINS!

“THE MONSTER’S DEBT”​

I tightened my arms around my sister and stared at the monster she’d brought into our lives; he smiled to her. “Don’t worry kiddo, I’ll be fine.”

“Joe, they’ll kill you,” I whispered to him. “Why are you helping us?”
Our eyes met before he rested his hand on mine. “You’re the only friends I’ve ever had.”

Joe’s dark eyes warned no more arguments as he rose to his feet; his tall figure overshadowed us.

 

[Chel]

re: May 2011 SEVENTY-FIVE WORD CHALLENGE -- CHRISPENYCATE WINS!

Never trust someone you meet online

When I agreed to meet him at the café I had no idea. He always seemed so human, so understanding of everything I shared about my life. He didn't use holocams; he was old-fashioned that way. So we chatted the old type-words-on-the-screen way.

How could I know he was a frogman? Anura Sapiens, I should say, that's the politically correct term.

After that meeting I never chatted to it again.