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

[Boneman]

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The Returnee​

The alarm brought them rushing to Control. They waited, impatiently, while the ether swirled and cleared.

"Give me your slips," the commander ordered.

They coalesced into the golden orb; all but one were returned.

"Your lucky day - love, acceptance, and chances to learn what you missed last time. Don't mess it up."

Number three faded.

"See you when you get back."

On Earth, the midwife handed the newborn baby to its mother.

"It's a boy."

 

[Ökuþórr]

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

Never done this before. 75 words, harder than i thought.

No Golden age
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A whisper at the back of his mind. “He always stares. I wonder what he sees.” He ignored. Staring through the eyes of another into the eyes of the dead, I sighed. The slaughter resumed. Ages come ages pass, I watch, no matter the eyes, nothing changes. There was no golden age, no time when man was more than he is. Generations come and kill for the same reasons as their forbears, revenge, greed, fun....

 

[AnyaKimlin]

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Fairies in Polka Dots

'I'm freezing.' Shivers Zeli the small fairy clutching a towel round him. His blue hair standing on end to emphasise the point. 'Wish our teacher had picked a different song.'


'You're blooming right, it's Baltic.' His friend Mirka the red-head chatters through his teeth.


A light signals showtime, and the fairy-ballerinas walk onto the stage. Drop their towels revealing their show stopping outfit and begin to sing. 'Itsy bitsy teeny weeny...'

 

[Hex]

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Wood worm

Born together in the hollowed dark we grow in silence, brother by brother. The strongest of us lead the way, questing outwards, filled with hunger, gnawing, furious, frantic for light.

Free at last, we stretch glimmers of wing, lift into the embracing air.

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King Kherroix and his staff surveyed the massed Demon ranks.

"Terrible." They stepped closer. Bridge timbers, hole-riddled, crumbled beneath their feet.

Hands grasping air, they plunged into the chasm below.

 

[TheEndIsNigh]

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Gratuities not Included.

“So you understand?”

“Yes, but I don’t understand why.”

“Look, Pete and the others have been drinking like fish and we can’t pay the bill.”

“So you want me to leave the party and go over to the Governors palace right, and…”

“Right, and then get back here as soon as you can before they kick us out at dawn.”

“But…”

“No buts Judas just go. And don’t spend any on the way back!”

 

[RSliwinski]

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A Minimum Amount Of Flair...

Another take,

Another fake,

And all the hangers on outside the dressing room door...

ALWAYS they're pressing for,

and wanting more and more,

The machine awaits to awake.

end.

 

[Azrael098]

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The Exile

Life on station XB-17 was good; unless you happened to be in the slums.

For Jack, his was a life of suffering. Once he held a prestigious position within the station, before he was ousted due to “politics”.

He wonders about the lives of those around him, how these people carry on when they have nothing left but the clothes on their backs, all but forgotten about by the “rulers” of the station.

 

[Percival]

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THE SHOW MUST GO ON

Gasps and scattered applause as the acrobat limps offstage.

"Been drinking again."

She nods. But she won't fire it. She understands.

"And now, what you've all been waiting for, from the swamps of Thesselonia, the
ravenous kraal beast!"

The announcer's bellow answered by a trumpeting cry. Astonishment. Ripples from
a covered, car-sized lump. Thundering canvas.

"Tore it again."

"You can tell her."

Screams. Panic.

"Somehow, they never see this coming."

 

[StormFeather]

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Soul Feeders​

Exiled from our immortal realm, we fled to yours, seeking sustenance.

Unseen, we lurk on the edges of your consciousness.

Whispering . . . .

When you doubt, we feed your courage. When you are unsure, we urge decision. When you fear, we strengthen your heart.

In return we feed on the shining ennoblement of your developing souls.

There are . . . . . others though.

Balanced counterparts

They, whose delight is the agonised self-loathing of souls in despair.

You call us Angels.

 

[The Judge]

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I, Robert


“The land’s at peace. He’s a good king.” He is. Handsome, noble, wise.

“He’ll be unharmed. But that humpbacked, usurping toad of his must die.”

The toad – Robert’s only Counsellor. Ugly, dwarfish.

“With him dead, Robert will hearken to us.”

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We kill the Counsellor in his curtained room, behind Robert’s throne.

Robert is unmoved. Unmoving.

“Sire?”

No blink of eye. No beat of heart. No breath.

Behind the curtains, a sign. Misspelled?

My King Robot.

 

[Mith]

Hope this meets the theme, 'tis my first ever attempt!

The Hidden Knife​

Hidden from view I hear him arrive, your dearest brother, your greatest rival. Unsuspecting he greets you warmly.

I hear your reply, harsh accusations in a fearful voice.

The warmness is gone, an argument ensues.

He steps forward and you reach for me, a moments doubt and then swift action. You bury me deep in his chest, bathing me in his warm blood.

Your voice is triumphant as you declare yourself king.

 

[Teresa Edgerton]

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Not All Fairytales End Happily​

The cursed necklace: golden links, a single fiery stone.

All around, shadows whispered, tragic ghosts, victims of the jewel.

Eirenë lifted the necklace. The stone burned; a shade moaned.

Dropping the necklace into a velvet bag, Eirenë summoned a handmaiden. “Throw this down the well.”

The shadows melted.

***​

Outside the room, the girl clasped the necklace around her throat. The crimson heart beat against her skin

She smiled. Her life would be different after this ...

 

[Culhwch]

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An Uncharted Island in the Indian Ocean, c. 1932

‘No!’ shouted Selznick. ‘This won’t do – it’s far too realistic!’

Schoedsack nodded. ‘People will run screaming from the cinema.’

‘But gentleman,’ replied Cooper, swatting away mosquitos, ‘that’s why we came to this cursed island – for realism!’

‘People want to be entertained, Merian,’ insisted Selznick, ‘not terrified.’

‘Fine!’ said Cooper, reluctantly raising his megaphone. ‘Excuse me, Mr. Kong?’ The great ape looked down. ‘Let’s go again, but this time can you try being less, uh … convincing?’

 

[Teresa Edgerton]

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And this month's Challenge is closed. Congratulations to everyone who contributed a story. Good job everyone!

The Poll will be along shortly.

 

[Teresa Edgerton]

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And so it is:

SEPTEMBER POLL -- VOTE!!