75 WORD CHALLENGE -- September 2011 -- TDZ VICTORIOUS!!

[Decosta1228]

re: September 2011 SEVENTY-FIVE WORD WRITING CHALLENGE -- CLOSED

Terraforming of a different kind


"I see the final conversation rate is 95% on this planet".

"Yes, it is. We did have a period where things were looking a bit...hazy"

“And the next populated planet is where?

“Alpha Centauri, Sir”

"Well plot a course for Alpha Centauri; we've done all we can on this planet 'Earth'”.

"Aye Sir, Course has been accepted"

The alien commander leaned back, removed his mitre from his head and smiled,

“Engage”

 

[Aun Doorback]

re: September 2011 SEVENTY-FIVE WORD WRITING CHALLENGE -- CLOSED

From the writings of Dr Spandex

Earths arachnids had broadcast the truth for millennia. Their intricate, proteinaceous silks weaved patterns of the universe in miniature. Our inherent fears of them, simply revealed a subconscious understanding of greater intellects at play.

For our masters proved to be giant, cosmic spiders lurking, like dark matter within black holes. Consuming existence from nefarious funnelled lairs, whilst their gravity webs snared globules of time, like flies upon their vast viscid nets.

Oh! The winding stair…

 

[Bob Senior]

re: September 2011 SEVENTY-FIVE WORD WRITING CHALLENGE -- CLOSED

ATTITUDE ADJUSTMENT


They arrive in 2012 offering to help save our planet.

They look human except their skin is thick, the color of red clay.

A meeting with the President is arranged.

The President is arrogant and demanding.

The Visitors seem insulted.

During a recess the President is taken to a private room.

A flap behind his ear is raised and a "chip" is inserted.

Returning to the meeting, the President is charming.

The Visitors are pleased.

 

[Highlander]

re: September 2011 SEVENTY-FIVE WORD WRITING CHALLENGE -- CLOSED

The Power.

I control the smooth running of this Death Star. Incredibly, 1179293 beings from 183 different species rely on me!

I stay in my operations room, remote, unapproachable. Personnel hurry past, trying not to see me, aloof.

The Grand Moff thinks he’s in charge and it humours me to let him believe that.

What no-one realises is that I could bring this entire edifice to its knees within days!

I operate the sewage treatment plants…

 

[reiver33]

re: September 2011 SEVENTY-FIVE WORD WRITING CHALLENGE -- CLOSED

Tracking, With Close-Ups

At times she looks up suddenly, as if somehow sensing the chrono lens, but then returns to her writing. I maintain the creative cocoon around her, sidelining potential boyfriends, stifling neighbourhood noise, letting her carry on undisturbed. The audio feed carries her voice to me as she reads passages aloud with only a disinterested cat as audience.

For now.

And all it took was a tweak of chromosomes.

Adele Hitler – political visionary and jazz chanteuse.

 

[chrispenycate]

re: September 2011 SEVENTY-FIVE WORD WRITING CHALLENGE -- CLOSED

Backstage eminence

Through dust-impregnated darkness far behind the limelit boards,
Tribes entire of grey-skinned goblins add solidity to dreams.
They are shunners of the sunlight and avoiders of awards
Crystallise imagination beyond previous extremes
Long tradition has enhancèd their invisibility
And they hold us all entrancèd; they control reality
Unseen masters of illusion
Making mountebanks immortals
Forcing audience inclusion
Through deforming brazen portals
Of eternity
And we become their fantasy.​

 

[Droflet]

re: September 2011 SEVENTY-FIVE WORD WRITING CHALLENGE -- CLOSED

And now for something completely different.


Scenes stepped from his spaceship and surveyed the alien landscape.

An indigenous lout sauntered over to check out his ship.

“Who the hell are you, boy?” he asked.

“Scenes,” he replied.

“You tryin’ to be funny, boy?”

When Scenes failed to reply the brute leveled his double barreled weapon

at him.

“I said, who the hell are yo…”

The human disappeared in a flash of light.

“I’ve got your back,” Scenes partner said from behind.

 

[Moonbat]

re: September 2011 SEVENTY-FIVE WORD WRITING CHALLENGE -- CLOSED

The soul that broke the Mainframe’s back(up)

As soon as my compilation and upload completed, degradation began.
My electro-sense numbed,
My binary sight dimmed,
The orchestral cacophony of digital sound muted.

Am I infected?

The Mainframe is supposed to sustain me for eternity.
I hadn’t even had time to wallow in the data-pits, surf the trending waves or parse the syntax of my own semiotic history.

A quick game of infallibility chess?


Maximum Database Size Exceeded:
Emergency archiving in progress.

 

[Starbeast]

re: September 2011 SEVENTY-FIVE WORD WRITING CHALLENGE -- CLOSED

They Are Here​

Two men wearing sun glasses meet in a park and speak quietly to each other on a bench under a tree.​

"Mr Spice."​

"Mr Tenor."​

"Did Agent Axe kill that nosey ufologist?"​

"Yes. We found Axe dead in his car this morning."​

"Wha...Why?​

"The aliens killed him for murdering that civilian."​

"That makes two agents dead for the same reason. This is not good..."​

Suddenly two aliens appear brandishing weapons, they disinegrate the men.​

 

[mike1366]

re: September 2011 SEVENTY-FIVE WORD WRITING CHALLENGE -- CLOSED

Below the arena

He sat alone in the small, dark room, slowly sharpening his sword.

He wanted to cry, to scream, to run. But instead he sat, drawing his whetstone down the blade with shaking hands.

He pictured his opponent. Taller than those he’d fought before, with careful eyes, very quick hands and a weak left knee. He smiled.

Now the sword was sharp. Now the door was opening, flooding the room with light.

Now he was ready.

 

[Flugel Meister]

re: September 2011 SEVENTY-FIVE WORD WRITING CHALLENGE -- CLOSED

Spit and Polish.


Yet more vomit and blood to mop up and ceaseless drunken advances to fend off. Friday always was the worst day of the week. For most, Fridays are an end to work, a chance to spend hard-earned money, a chance to unwind. Not so for me, the real cog in the machine, because I’m the one that cleans up your hard-earned mess so the doctors can tend to your needs. Pity them? Pity me.

 

[Ursa major]

re: September 2011 SEVENTY-FIVE WORD WRITING CHALLENGE -- CLOSED

Ol’ Ethan


I’m the victim here. I’m called a demon, blamed for inciting murder, accused of driving people to commit manslaughter. All lies.

And where’s the balance? Why so little praise for the joy I bring, for the new lives I help create?

Yet while I’m no evil spirit, I take cheer in the bickering I help foment. Drink in the pleasure as I brew up one of those scenes that reveal one human’s failings to another.



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[Parson]

re: September 2011 SEVENTY-FIVE WORD WRITING CHALLENGE -- CLOSED

Pride Goeth before a Fall.
​

Jean Simons wasn’t a modest man. He felt no need. He’d been the genius. He was going to take the credit for the jump drive. Jean smiled at the camera.

“Under my leadership we tackled the ‘impossible project.’ We succeeded with nothing more than human ingenuity and a few magnificent leaps of logic. I’ve given humanity the stars!”

God also smiled, but without humor. His people did not recognize his handiwork. One day they would.

 

[Abernovo]

re: September 2011 SEVENTY-FIVE WORD WRITING CHALLENGE -- CLOSED

The Invisible Hands


"Climate is off in the Bengal Suite."

No surprise. I logged it two days ago, but nobody listens to us moles. We just work in maintenance where we're never seen, keeping the illustrious Solarium Hotel running.

It only takes an hour to fix.

Just remember when you book in, you may not see us but we control everything.

Better get on, the manager's hot water has stopped working. How strange.

 

[BookStop]

re: September 2011 SEVENTY-FIVE WORD WRITING CHALLENGE -- CLOSED

The Naked Truth

“Well, it’s done. MegaMart renegotiated their contract and Shoemaker can’t keep up with demand.”

“We can pull more folk in to cover the workload. “

“Shoemaker wouldn’t make but a penny per pair, not enough to keep Misses in fabric.”

“No more clothes, then? Can cookie sales go toward pants, shirts, anything?”

“That segues to next order of business.”

Jeremy sighed, “Megamart has begun phase one to open a new MegaStore….in Baker’s Grove.”

 

[mosaix]

re: September 2011 SEVENTY-FIVE WORD WRITING CHALLENGE -- CLOSED

Everyone Deserves A Holiday.


They watched another android roll off the production line.

“Lacon, truly excellent! And my report will say so,” said Endsbeigh, receiving a smile in return.

***​

In Paris Lacon sipped champagne. “The inspection should be finishing about now,” he said to his wife confidently, “R182 will be doing fine. I’m sure he’ll remember everything I said.”

***​

“S407, come in,” said R182 gesturing to a chair. “My name is Lacon and I’m going away for a while…”

 

[TheDustyZebra]

re: September 2011 SEVENTY-FIVE WORD WRITING CHALLENGE -- CLOSED

Unbridled Lust


Another radiant bride beckons, another virginity validation;
I come to her, blah blah blah.

Purity captivates unicorns.

By day, that is.

By night, in aspect of virile manhood with altogether different horn,
I neither smell nor care about purity.

Virgin or not, few women resist my magically sculpted charms.

This bride summons in smug exhibition, and I cannot resist.

I kneel, she climbs astride, I gallop away; her family applauds, unknowing.

Just wait till nightfall.

 

[Karn Maeshalanadae]

re: September 2011 SEVENTY-FIVE WORD WRITING CHALLENGE -- CLOSED

How To Win A Battle Without Ever Seeing Combat​

The half-elven general laid his battle plans out. “Archers on the west flank, in the cliff sides. The cavalry charge in from the pass in the north while our infantry in the south finish them off.”

“That’s a good plan, but don’t you want to at least speak to your troops in person?” The colonel asked her commanding officer.

“No. It’s best if we send that rookie captain to lead the charge, Colonel.”

 

[Quokka]

re: September 2011 SEVENTY-FIVE WORD WRITING CHALLENGE -- CLOSED

Filling in Eternity


Apparently God told riddles to Shiva.

It looked like Osiris and Apollo, Freyr and Nammu danced to the tunes of the Greek Pantheon.

Various Goddess-like figures raced for the joy of movement, leaving a Rainbow Serpent to welcome new arrivals.

In many places and at many times, evidence of the event (if possible) would have caused confusion, anger and sadly, imperceptibly, swelled the gathering.

But then who knew the afterlife had free dress days.

 

[Devil's Advocate]

re: September 2011 SEVENTY-FIVE WORD WRITING CHALLENGE -- CLOSED

[This Title is a Placeholder]​

“Simple,” the old wizard replied, inhaling tabac through his pipe. His exhaled smoke took on the shape of a war galleon. “At the Council tomorrow, I will convince all that the little one, alone, can bear this burden. Instead, he will only bring to Him that which He most desires.”

“Little one?” asked the ranger. “Who --” His eyes widened, and a slow smile formed on his lips as understanding dawned.

“The hobbit…”