75 WORD WRITING CHALLENGE - October 2012 -- VICTORY TO HAREBRAIN

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To The Stars



I must leave this place and never return. It's a wonder I have survived so long in this living hell. Every day, there is nothing but violence, filth and the heart-rending throb of concussion blasts. I hide in the sewers by day, slithering about in a vain search for food by night. I know a place where a few can board the giant arks abandoning this dead planet. I will kill to get my seat.

 
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Lyra

Mouth's full of blood. Feels like when he hits me again my head'll come off.

"Please," I want to say, "stop. Please."

I bite my lip instead. They'll not stop unless I tell.

"Where is she?" the demon ******* shouts, backlit by stars. "Gonna tell us?"

His long claws glitter and my skin goes cold -- but there's no choice really. I look past, out into the endless sky, and shake my aching head.
 
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Crematentiary

Midnight: Fullick comes, Chandler logs off.
Chandler makes coffee, passes Fullick keys.
Fullick snoozes, Chandler leaves.

Detainee 44 watched this daily cycle, steeling himself to pilfer the Control Room keys - beyond Fullick’s station was another barred door with a partially obscured label; C_n _l R__m.

44 throttled Fullick and fled, not seeing the sign now unobscured by the second set of bars:

Charnel Room.

Someone shoved him; Detainee 44 rose to the stars.
 
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Loyalty

Mary watched the ships every night. They carried the people away from the burning planet, up and up into the glittering canopy above. Soon they would all be gone and he would be safe. Mary scratched her ears and sat down at the foot of her master’s bed. She wondered which ship had taken him. She’d understood when he’d said goodbye, of course.

“No room for dogs, Mary,” he’d said as he walked away.
 
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His Own Way to the Stars

[FONT=&quot]Up he soared, further, as the ground beneath grew fainter,[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]all obscured by the myriad lights that beamed up at him,[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]before the velocity waned. [/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]And down he came, to the sudden sound of shrieks aplenty.[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]Well, the celeb he’d landed on wasn’t who he’d come to see, anyway.[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]By those myriad lights and velvet ropes, the crowd kept shrieking.[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]What? He wasn’t going to pay the stellar price for a ticket, now was he?[/FONT]
 
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Soul Searcher


She drifted.

Searching.

All she needed was something. A spark.

There!! A glimmer, brief but strong. She sped towards it, excitement mounting.

The planet thus discovered proved to be the ultimate disappointment. Such promise, wasted in petty desires. The altruistic few swamped by the malevolent many. The touch of their collective soul curled her edges with despair and terror.

With her soul frantic to be free, she fled, trusting in the benevolence of her stars
 
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[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]Per Aspera[/FONT]


“[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]What does 'ad astra' mean?”[/FONT]

“[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]Where did you hear that, child?”[/FONT]


[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]Only a select few knew the truth about the stars anymore.[/FONT]

[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]Colony ship crashed, civilization bootstrapped anew, they depended on religion to prevent another space race.[/FONT]

[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]Lights in the sky? Those are angels watching over you through pinholes in heaven.[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]See them twinkle? They're changing shifts. Now pray.[/FONT]


“[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]Hello, Mr. Mayor? Better investigate the Johnsons' place. You'll never guess what their kid just said....”[/FONT]
 
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To the Stars in a Cereal Box

Teddy and his father gathered boxes and bottles, tubes and toilet paper and spent a week, which felt like an age to Teddy, working in their living room. To his father, the adventure was in the building, but for Teddy it would come much later.

His father gazed at the ship they had built together. Teddy gazed out of the window at the night sky, dreaming of where the ship would take him. The stars.
 
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The Reply


Secured inside a silver can
To represent the best of man
A message sent out to the stars
In hope of finding life afar

In a galaxy far far away
From our beloved Milky Way
The interstellar greeting's met
But treated as a rival threat

Fair Alderaan receives reprieve
But only at Earth's cost bequeathed
The target sights amended are
And aimed now at our distant star
 
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Dust To Stardust


“Alice? Can you hear me?”

“Yes, it’s me, Frank.”

“Have they told you?”

“They said some kind of malfunction.”

“A faulty engine burn. I’ve left orbit.”

“What does that mean?”

“I’m heading away from Earth. The fuel’s gone, there’s no chance of rescue.”

“Frank, what are you saying?”

“Alice my love, we need to say goodbye. There’s not much time.”

“No, I can’t. Please don‘t make me!”

“You’re fading, Alice. Alice? Are you there?”
 
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Caterpillar Sky


Hunting spears, clean, unsatisfied, lay beside empty stomachs. Warm breezes rustled our imaginations as desert stars shimmered above.
"To visit the stars…”
"…disappointment awaits. They are but holes in heaven’s fabric, like leaves on which caterpillars feed."

"Some day, the caterpillars will become great winged creators"

"Or eat so much the sky tears apart!"

"Or the fires that illuminate from behind, age, leaving us darkness"
Upon this, all fell silent until sleep faded our minds.
 
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To The Stars

The tattoo on her wrist marked her as a cultist. She sat defiantly, head high, staring through me. Only hours earlier she’d detonated a bomb that killed two thousand people, then calmly turned herself in.

‘Why?’ I asked.

‘To save them. Death is not to be feared. It is a gift. A pathway.’

‘A pathway to what?’

‘To the stars.’

The building shook. Explosions, in the distance. She smiled.

‘It’s just the beginning. You’ll see.’
 
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Last transcript of the USS Dante


Religon's not my Bag

that’s WHY they STRAPPED me Into A Machine to FLY AWAY
OF Sound Mines
MIND
Me



No BLOOD Just anti freezeeeeeee
Keeps the Brain chilled
NASA’s Brainchild
Narcissism
Self maintaining systems et al.



Started bright
Passed Alpha
Beating heart
To the stars
SCARS
And beyond


An Armada waiting
Dark ships
DEMONstrating powers Beyond my Belief system

I am Legion What r u

I am Man?



He is Legion
He is comminggggggggggggg666
 
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Turning Your Back On Childhood

“Your parents are going to be SOOOO mad!’ Arthur exclaimed.

‘I didn’t do a thing and you can’t prove it,’ Jenny shouted back.

‘Did so! Ian called you names so you flushed him out the ship’s airlock. I’m going to tell!’

‘Did not! He’s just hiding in there,’ Jenny replied.
‘Go see for yourself,’ she calmly added.

Arthur turned the latch and entered. ‘IAN?’

He heard the door to the airlock seal behind him.

 
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TYPO


He didn't understand why he was the last one remaining.

Everyone knew what was coming, and nobody had panicked. Alien invasions didn't happen that often, but the scientists knew how to save everyone.

When his instructions had come through on the printer he'd obeyed instantly. He didn't hear the corrected version come through seconds later.

So the Aliens found him there clutching the note: To The Stairs!

They took him with them.
 
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Per Ardua ad Astra.

His last mission, before retirement, was to fly the Hellcat supercharger on a reconnaissance mission, intercept the Fantasy of Flight and destroy it before it collided with earth.

Flying at speeds of 20,351 zquiilion mph, Mitchell raced through space, to the stars, into oblivion.

Mitchell woke to sounds of gunfire on Ha’penny field, cowering in a bunker, the field around him littered with the fuselage and the wings of a spitfire.

The year - 1943.
 
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Sic itur ad astra


Keft honed his knife; sparks flashed like stars.

Stars were his kin, his forebears – each man who died blazed a new light in the heavens, said the priests. Said Prester Shamt.

Prester Shamt of the hot eyes and searching hands. Prester Shamt with his pleas, his soft coercion.

A new star shone over Keft’s hut. Inside his sister lay dead. Defiled.

Keft raised his knife. Starlight gleamed on the blade.

Soon he’d make another star.
 
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What Botticelli Got Wrong


Only after they’d let their world burn did they look to its teeming twin for salvation. An alien cyborg, I ‘borrowed’ their flesh, becoming a courtesan to get on board their crude ark ship. I destroyed it in the new world’s atmosphere, saving the galaxy from their rapaciousness.

My first error: I arrived on the new world pregnant. Erroneously, I thought my teaching would save my twins’ descendants. Now they look greedily to the stars.
 
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