75 WORD CHALLENGE -- August 2011 -- HEX VICTORIOUS!

[LittleMissy]

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Family


I can feel it inside, like a beast living beneath my skin! Unable to deal with the foreign entity taking over my body. I see the knife, so close to my hand. The only release is to cut this “thing” out!

But…

I hear the door open…

Daddy’s home! Here to play happy families as though what he does is a game and no consequences exist, nor harm can be done!!!

 

[Bob Senior]

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Urban Legend
The 200MPG Carburator


It was a quiet celebration, Emerson, his wife, and baby daughter sat on the porch making plans. His 100 mile per gallon fuel injector would make them rich.
Suddenly a gunshot and Emerson falls to the floor dead. His wife looks down at his lifeless body. Another gunshot and she drops the baby, her legs buckle and she falls next to her husband and baby.
"And curtain", shouts the director. "Best dress rehersal ever" !

 

[Mouse]

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The Soul Man

Usually the music stops at the first scream. People always scream. Apparently, thrusting your arm elbow deep into somebody’s gut is quite distressing.

I can’t help myself. Collecting souls is so much fun. Sometimes, I’ll wiggle my hand around inside them. A tortured soul is better.

But this time was different. The club was dark, the music loud and the people addled out of their minds.

I killed them all and the band played on.

 

[Karn Maeshalanadae]

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The Gambler; Or Better Known As The Hand of Fate​

“I’m the one you need. You want out alive, you have to go by my rules. One game, girlie. That’s all it takes.”
The woman swallowed, sitting down.
“The rules are simple. Ace is high. I deal us out one card apiece. High card wins, followed by suit of spade, club, diamond, and heart.” He flipped over the ace of hearts. “Your turn.”
The woman looked down at her hand and let out a scream.

 

[Parson]

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Child’s Play
​

Crrreeeek.
The door opened.
Misty shouted. “Stupid idea Charlie!”
A spider’s web tickled her nose.
“Yuck!”
“Hide and Seek” was Charlie’s idea.
She couldn’t believe she was looking for him here.
This abandoned house oozed creepy.
Plop.
Something warm and squishy fell into her hand.
“Yiiiiii!”
A light snapped on.
It was bloody liver! It was Charlie’s!
His lifeless body hung from a meat hook.
The old crone with a bloody knife smiled;
“You’re next.”
​

 

[Brev]

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On the wrong side

Door clunked, securely shut, deadbolts locked into place, she breathes out.
Against the soft, comforting hues of her lounge, her answer phone blinks. Repetitive, insistent, one new message.
She presses play.

-Dull static is replaced by laboured breathing, a familiar clunking door-

She listens closer, eyes widening, heart thumping.

-Footsteps, the warped tinkling of a musical jewellery box, a sinister chuckle-

She screams.
It's her music box. He's here!
She runs.
But, deadbolts prevent escape.

 

[Culhwch]

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The Gallows Tree

Most of the children weren’t aware that, only a century before, criminals had been strung from the lowest branches of the big oak that stood in the corner of their playground.

Simon was different. Simon knew. He heard their voices.

They told him to do … things.

He found thick rope in his father’s shed.

He learnt how to tie a noose on the internet.

When Josie arrived that morning, he smiled.

‘Heya, Josie. Wanna play?’

 

[HoopyFrood]

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There's the Rub...

These five nights hence respite hath been robbed,
Through dreams hunted, hot breath about mine neck.
Fruitless, I flee; the hellish scrape of limbs gains.
Now, awake, alone, in night's thinnest hour,
I feel it -- too, too close, its presence poised.
Mine eyes burn with Morpheus' scattered sand.
O, to sleep! else body and mind is done,
But needs must endure, to embrace resplendent sun.

Exits, pursued by the night.​

 

[Rain]

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They’re all staring at me.
Waiting.
But what for?
I look to my left. A man stands there, waiting.
What? I mouth.
He looks at me expectantly.
I look ahead.
It’s my line, but I have no idea what it is.
The lights, so hot.
They burn my skin.
I sweat, my mouth open, no words coming out.
I feel the gaze of the audience stripping me bare.
No waking up from this nightmare.

 

[Perpetual Man]

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Otto’s Loss

In Bergen Belsen ashes fall like snow, blanketing the deceased and dying. Good soldiers raze the gates, and cry at what they see. Grown, war hardened men weep bitter tears.

I cannot even whimper.

Somewhere amidst the typhus ridden dead my daughters lie hidden.

Once hide and seek had been laughter and joy; then a way of living. Then death.

But not only children are secreted behind walls.

Testament in my daughter’s hand.

Her diary.

 

[Anne Martin]

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Jinx

Terry's fingers grew white as he gripped the lamp stand. Some thought this play jinxed, but he knew better. Tonight, the scrim had cut down the lead like a guillotine. Martha's body swung gently centre stage, hanged by the rope that had held the scrim aloft.

Two weeks, five fatalities. A floorboard creaked behind him. Swinging with all his might, he cracked the skull of the idiot director. The show would surely close now.

 

[nixie]

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Spellbound
​

A haunting melody filled the air, beautiful music, full of joy and sadness. Drawing people to its source, no one could resist its magnetic pull.
It was coming from a house up ahead. The door was open; I entered and followed the sound, my feet started to dance. Then I saw it, a fiddle playing, people dancing with terror in their eyes unable to stop, bodies lay where they fell. I tried to flee.

 

[Quokka]

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COMPANY

The baby monitor lights up and again I think that his day sleeps are just about done.

Still, as usual, it’s not a scream to get up that I hear but the roar of Bushy the Bear as he gets moved into position to terrorize his stuffed teddy kin.

“Keep playing, two more minutes and I’ll..” I had already put the computer down when through the static I hear a quiet voice say “shh…”

 

[TheDustyZebra]

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[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]Keep'er[/FONT]


Hatchet falls, guts splatter, pumpkin splits in two.

The children exclaim as he pulls a ring from the mess, handing it to a girl.

“You see,” he says, mouth dripping seeds, “pumpkins will grow around any object, anything you might want to keep.”

A boy steps forward.

“Where's your wife, Mr. Peter? She makes the best pies!”

“Oh, she's around.”

He waves vaguely at the pumpkin patch.

“Why don't you each take home a pumpkin?”

 

[Deathfrommassive]

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A Play on Words: It's all in the name

“So, just read this out loud?” Cashwel Re'Dire asked.

“Cas, it doesn't matter, as long as you read it.” Tris Riter replied.

'Dear Dark Prince, please take my soul
I no longer have a need for it.
In three days time I give it to you whole
Take me consume; take me to the pit.'”

“What is this?” She asked puzzled

“Just wait three days and see.” Said Mr. Riter.

 

[alchemist]

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Change of scene

One by one, they had died - Token Black Guy, Hottie, The Jock - leaving just me and Kooky Girl to find our way out.

With a hiss, the walls disappeared. Everything went white.

The old Anderson place was gone, replaced by a bright office. Kooky now wore the clothes of a magazine's features editor, and my jaw felt 10% squarer.

Then the realisation hit. They'd recorded over us with a bloody rom-com!

 

[StormFeather]

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Hexed​

Born from earth, origin unknown,
Brother, sister, made of stone,
Twins are we, evil infused,
With sinister games, ourselves we amuse.

Spinning around to constantly see,
Your frightened eyes as you try to flee,
Crashing and smashing your precious things,
Enjoying the terror such actions bring.

Run! Hide! Quick as you can!
Our constant companion, half-wolf, half-man,
Whose favourite pastime is hide-and-go-seek,
Is searching for you!


And.


You.


Will.


SHRIEK!!

 

[No One]

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Oscar's Invisible War

"BOOM!" cried Oscar, moving the tank.
A red cocktail explosion of earth, limbs, and screams.
"Ratatatatat!" as he advanced the allies.
Young men drown in rivers of blood.
"Grenade!" He had seen films, knew the routine. Victory was nothing without loss.
Allies closer than brothers weep, dying piteous deaths.
"Whoosh!" A spitfire swept the field. The day was theirs.
The vanquished are lifeless grotesqueries, the victors no better, yet living.
"Oscar, dinner!" called his mother.

 

[Glen]

Unmasqued

The Halloween party had been a blast. Chasing round the old house in costume, apple bobbing, the glow of jack-o-lanterns, shrieks of laughter. But when we revealed who was behind the costume masks we found that there was one too many. The evil clown face grinned with a supernatural malignance. Someone screamed, but we could all still hear the clown’s voice cut through to our souls: “Let’s play some more”.

 

[Moonbat]

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Tommy’s Gun

‘BANG! BANG!’

Tommy’s dead, Michael parades as champion of their war game.
Mother looks on and smiles.

Years later Michael and Tommy fight over anything, over everything.
They’re beyond Mother’s control.
Older and bigger, Michael usually wins.
Tommy submits.
Resentment festers beneath the surface.

Michael signs on
Tommy signs up

Both brothers are legless but Tommy is sober.
Michael teases Tommy, but no invisible shield can protect Michael from Tommy’s real bullets.
Their mother cries