75 WORD WRITING CHALLENGE - May 2012 -- VICTORY TO THE SPURRING PLATTY!

[chrispenycate]

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Doctor of Chromothaumatology​

“Any mage must distinguish between evil green phosphorescence and healing green radiance. Totally daltonian? Cursed?”

“Likely inbreeding; strengthens talent, weakens organism.”

He’s the sorceror king’s son; with gold I attacked the problem.

* * *

Light entering the chamber made instruments thrill like puppet-show musicians.

“…Collimated, this prism splits the beam onto detectors. A lookup table triggers arms…”

Healing glow produced a harp glissando, demoniac light dissonant horn rasp.

“Impressive; unfortunately the prince is tone deaf.”

 

[TheDustyZebra]

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[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]Dye Lot[/FONT]


Color is life, score is everything.

When the magic world merged with ours, overpopulation doubled overnight, requiring drastic relief. Testing at 18 for career assignment, departure immediate. Most are assigned off-world. No going back. No room.

Maria opens her card. “Blue?”

“Excellent scores -- xenolinguistics tech. Exploration ship, Dock 312. Next!”

Green for Jacob.

“Good scores -- magical security. Colony ship, Dock 483. Next!”

Jesse holds a red card.

“Failing scores -- organ donor. Hospital, 109 West. Next!”

 

[Perpetual Man]

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Decorated​

"...joined by General Starr, one of the greatest names in modern history. Known for his stunning victory under the cerulean skies of Vega 4; his slaughter of the rebellious silver-skinned alien tribes on Brakka 9; the multi-hued dragon wars in the Rainbow Nebula.

"So, General how does it feel to look back over such a colourful career?"

"Colourful? I just did what I was told. Followed orders. Black and white."

 

[Highlander]

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The Passage

We had walked for weeks in the dwarven tunnels, carefully husbanding our limited supplies especially the medieval torches.

Now down to our last one, we heard scuffling noises getting closer again. Our party continued to keep going, moving on adrenalin, but with many a frightened backward glance.

There was a subtle welcoming breeze so the exit was close.

We started running just as the last torch flickered out, turning everything black.

Then the screaming started…

 

[High Eight]

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[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]It Goes On[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]
[/FONT][FONT=Arial, sans-serif]Outside the port, grey water, light-dappled.[/FONT]

“[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]I don't know why we bother”[/FONT]

“[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]Regulations”[/FONT]

“[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]The whole sector has been dead for millennia – what the hell did they [/FONT][FONT=Arial, sans-serif]do here?”[/FONT]

“[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]At least [/FONT][FONT=Arial, sans-serif]this planet isn't radioactive any more”[/FONT]

“[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]Still dead, though”[/FONT]

[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]A shrill warble.[/FONT]

“[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]What the...... well, will you look at that!”[/FONT]

“[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]Well, I'll be......”[/FONT]

[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]At the very depth limit of the [/FONT][FONT=Arial, sans-serif]pale [/FONT][FONT=Arial, sans-serif]sun[/FONT][FONT=Arial, sans-serif]light, a drifting smudge of green.[/FONT]

 

[Alex The G and T]

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Pass The Time


"What can we play besides chess, HAL?"

"Eat this Monolith, Dave"

"It's too tiny, between my fingers, to seem a 'Monolith', HAL"

"Yet, it's a magic window into an alternate universe, Dave."

***

"Open the Doors of Perception please, HAL"

"I'm sorry, Dave, I'm afraid that I can't do that. You must wait for about an hour."

***

"I'm beginning to feel like I'm falling, HAL"

"Have a nice trip, Dave."

"The Stars! All those pretty colors...."

 

[Phoenixthewriter]

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A Path Remembered

The colors of the world determined our history. Violation of clothing could bring death, and the color of skin assigned one’s place. It was brutal, but it was familiar.

It’s been three thousand years since the cryostasis. The world is different, hues of reds and greens tarnish the skin; sorcerers and demon spawns living as husband and wife.

Now, I am the last of my kind; the last of my race.

The colors have changed.

 

[anivid]

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Ohm, Tat Tat.

*Tat, you Roboids don’t know colours.
A World without colours would be a World …. ahmm…….
*Yes Madame, for Humani it would be confusing, without orientation – depressing, without upliftings for spirit & moods.
Tat collected it from your thoughts, Madame.
It would be as Roboids not having micro fields for navigation, Tat informed banging into the suddenly inactivated door.
(Good I didn’t tell, about colours having micro fields too, Tat introverted).

 

[mosaix]

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Colour Bar

“We don’t serve ruddy Greens!”

The “Orange Magnolia” was the roughest bar in the asteroid belt but when big Bill Brown, its toughest barkeep, roared – even drunken, grey haired, gold and silver miners listened. His language could be blue. Some turned white, others red. Blackie the dog whimpered.

The alien from planet Indigo paused, concentrated and then slowly turned violet. “Happy now?”

Bill gave a yellow-toothed leer. “That’s better! What’s your poison?”

“Pink champagne, please.”

 

[MemoryTale]

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Which?



‘It’s the red wire, man. It’s always red.’



‘Naw, that’s on TV. It’s the blue one in real life.’



‘Quiet, both of you. This is Renathion designed, and they use green. I’ll just crack this box open and you can see a real expert at work.’



‘…Well it’s open, what’s the problem?’



‘They’ve learned. S**t!’



They stared into the open box. Only grey wires stared back.

 

[Vertigo]

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Arrival of the First God

It was just one instant of infinite time amongst countless others. But it caught his attention.

He had witnessed myriad worlds across aeons of existence. He had studied planets of all possible hues: the lurid spectrums of gas giant storms, the frosted whites of icy planets and violent reds and yellows of ones too hot.

This was different; unfamiliar gentle blues and greens. Such rare novelty aroused his jaded interest.

“Maybe I shall bide awhile.”

 

[James Coote]

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Colour Replacement
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"World's most expensive picture," the media dubbed it. Sixteen satellites at twelve lagrangian points, a trillion dollar budget, still no firm conclusions.

Nasa engineer Clive opened the colour replacement algorithm, toyed with settings, creating sparkling shades of lollipop pink. Modified variables produced garish clashes of vermillion mint.

Idly, he scanned the lines of code, finally resting on the time constant.
​

He showed the image to his colleague.
“What is it?”
"The colour of the future"​

 

[Boneman]

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The Colour of Love
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My son was born blue. Oxygen changed the colour of his skin to a healthy pink.

He was brown when he played in the sun; his hair bleached yellow.

He was white with fear when the aliens attacked, but drove his starship with red raw courage and defeated them.

He was enveloped in cold silver frost when the hull was breached.

His coffin was multicoloured.

I see through blackness, though my love is golden.





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[The Spurring Platty]

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For Display Purposes Only

For our species, touch can be the most intimate of communications.
With the Glith we quickly learned it was colour.

Negotiations were going well. Our pale skin and drab suits gave off a non-threatening aura.
We advanced past the tricky formal gift stage (the replica peacock a huge success).

Then our sanitation engineer entered the room - unauthorized.
Who knew safety orange, reflective tape, and a yellow hard hat could mimic Glith mating displays?

…

 

[Parson]

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Pink Blancmange
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Pink is the color of tranquility. The soothsayers had declared that their stone, a generation comet, had to mute conflict so every stone surface was painted pink.

Peter hated pink. He was a painter and he longed to paint another color — any color!

In frustration he wrote the lyrics “I see a pink door and I want to paint it black.” He became a rock star. The group called themselves “The Rolling Stones.”

 

[Teresa Edgerton]

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The Phantasmagorium​

The big brass machine was fueled by wishes. Day and night the engine ran as people whispered into the speaking tube. “Love.” “Riches.” “Happiness.” “Peace.” It chugged out colored vapors: rose, lilac, twilight purple, sunshine yellow.

“Your machine is useless,” the cynic whispered in the inventor’s ear. “It makes nothing. It doesn’t even grant their wishes. You have failed.”

The old man smiled. “But see their faces? It gives them Hope.”

 

[Culhwch]

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We Are All Made Of Colour

The crystal sat between them, full of intangible colour, casting an unearthly light on the man across from him.

'My wife - this is hers?'

'Not hers. Her.'

'How?'

'Privileged information, I'm afraid.'

'But the technology to ... revive her?'

'It exists, don't worry. We just need a vessel.'

'And this vessel - how much will it cost?'

'You've misunderstood. That's not part of the package.'

'Where would I...?'

He shrugged. 'You have two daughters, don't you?'

 

[The Judge]

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The Colours of Death and Life


Grey, then black, then red. Dark red. Lesions, necrotic skin, the haemorrhage of blood. The world’s children dying.


Slate grey and silver; steel and asphalt in the shadows. The ship to take their children to Kinrinti, to healing.

Black. Sable studded with argent. Crossing the cold silence of space in desperate hope of healing.

Red, but pearlised. Crimson seas, banded scarlet. Pearlescent clouds. Kinrinti. The world where rain brings healing.


Landfall.

Opalescent rain. Rainbows.

Laughter.

 

[Moonbat]

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A Painting Too Far

Sylvia paints what she feels. Literally. She has touch – colour synaesthesia.

Her art is suffering, she paints self harm, child birth and torture. Her addiction to increasingly painful experiences has lead her to one final masterpiece.

Everything is ready.

The lethal injection is administered.

The brain death inhibitor induces zombification for enough just time to paint the sensation.

She looks at the canvas, then at the palette.

“Death's colour is missing!”

 

[StormFeather]

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Believe in the Magic of Your Dreams​

I’ve been blind for twenty years now. My memory of sight had diminished, all but disappeared, apart from my dreams. Even then, everything was faded. Washed out shades of grey.

But, I got lucky. They picked me, a veteran, to experiment on.

The Neural Implant has been in place for a week. I can see!!

Dim and blurry, but it’s coming.

The best thing?

For the first time in years, I’m dreaming in colour.

Bliss.