75 WORD WRITING CHALLENGE -- November 2012 --TDZ and Hex share the Victory!

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A Countenance More In Sorrow Than Anger

Knowing not what else to do as the world burned, he wrote.

The rumours spread like wildfire – the English fleet sunk, the Spanish ashore at Plymouth, Bess slain by turncloaks.

There was no doubting the veracity of the flames. Whether lit by Spaniards, sympathisers, or sheer panic, it did not matter. There would be no escape.

The play was all but done. A shame, he thought. It was good, and tomorrow’s would have been better.
 
Hope In Tudorland



Hope falls to earth in a whirlwind of flame, landing in a garden where strangely dressed men are dulling with roses.

“How am I going to get home?”

Tripping on her flame stitched jeans; Hope unexpectedly lands in the arms of the king.

“WITCH! Be gone!”

“I wish I could, I don’t even know where I am.”

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Being burned for witchcraft is a good way for a phoenix to regain her powers of flight.
 
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Lady Jane


"So romantic!"

"When Guilford's body's brought by--"

"Wikipedia says, she screams his name."

"Lovely."


I stand, willing my hands not to tremble. "Are you... angels?"

"Can she hear us?"

"Shh!"


"Please help me." Mayhap they'll alter time, save my poor Guildford.

Blue fire lights my prison room. Two plump women waver into it and vanish.


Outside, the cart creaks past, laden with my husband's body. I close my eyes and cry his name.
 
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Tudor Comedy: Does It Stand Up?



“Those mean streets not giving you your usual fillip, Marlowe?”

“You prefer the great indoors, do you, Will? At least my name doesn’t describe exactly what you do there.”

“So your bottom’s not yet spoiled, then?”

“Wouldn’t your ‘Dark Lady’ like to know…?”

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They left the stage hurriedly, pursued by flying vegetables and a mechanical bear.

“Call yourselves a double act?” said the theatre manager. “That was just childish play acting. You’re fired.”

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