May 2013 -- SEVENTY-FIVE WORD WRITING CHALLENGE -- DEO and TJ Share the Win!

[Mary Faerie]

Re: May 2013 -- SEVENTY-FIVE WORD WRITING CHALLENGE

The Worm that Turned

Jopina’s hair was damp from the tears that fell freely down her face as she studied the maggot ridden wounds.

'At last, the end, my daughter.'

His pained face broke… into a sunlit, glorious smile!

'See how the petrifaction sorcery is vanquished? 42 years of painful trials and I have the fabled worm which eats out curses! My legacy will see you healer to the King himself!'

Sobbing joyously, Jopina embraced father, maggots and all.

 

[The Judge]

Re: May 2013 -- SEVENTY-FIVE WORD WRITING CHALLENGE

A Mother’s Last Will and Testament


... and to my beloved daughter...

The notary taking down my words looks at me, startled.

My beloved daughter. Killed – by a law permitting only one child, by a husband wanting a son.

I fought to have the law changed, my husband punished. I failed.

But I had her corpse, and I have not been idle in my laboratory these seventy years.

I am dying now. And at the instant of my death...

... I give life.

 

[HareBrain]

Re: May 2013 -- SEVENTY-FIVE WORD WRITING CHALLENGE

For His Name Will Echo Through the Halls of Time


‘Father, no!’ sobbed Emelda. ‘You’ll be hated forever.’

‘I’ll be remembered,’ said Mortis. ‘I’m ageing, weakening. I must leave something: a gift, or a curse.’

‘But can’t I be your gift to the future?’

‘You? When you perform your miraculous cures, will you dutifully remind them who gave you life? Pah!’ He watched a wizard pass by outside, or a robot. ‘I am resolved. The theme for the next challenge is: Monkey Pirates in Underpants.’

 

[Brev]

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He came from the North

It was the way of things. In the North, only the strong prospered. It had long been the breeding ground of heroes.

Tristan was no different; valiant, tenacious, charismatic, violent. Warriors flocked to his banner. Nobles fawned. Bards eulogised. Peasants cheered. His heroic endeavours, delivered victory in the decisive battle against Lord Agger's forces. His hardened heart, was complicit in the needless massacre which followed.


Somehow, Agger's youngest son survived. Bitter, vengeful. He headed North.

 

[Phyrebrat]

Re: May 2013 -- SEVENTY-FIVE WORD WRITING CHALLENGE

Temporal Assassin

‘Agent Berhannon, are you ready?’

‘Yes. I have the coordinates. Setting them now.’

I shift and instantly appear on the deck of a salty merchant ship as it pulls into the Tyne docks. January 1940. I see my target. He’s wearing the mushroom hat and limps just as the brief describes.

He falls to the deck at my feet, neck broken. I'm holding his hat. The nametag says ‘David Berhannon.’

What? This is my Gr--

 

[mosaix]

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He Who Smiles Last...

“…my son Robert I leave one million credits. To my daughter I leave the parcel from my private safe.”

The lawyer pushed a parcel across the table.

“What is it?” she asked, opening it.

“It looks like a book,” said the lawyer.

“You draw the short straw, Sis! What the hell’s a book?”

“It says Principia or something…”

“Foreign as well! That's so funny! I always knew he liked me best!”

The lawyer just smiled.

 

[Lenny]

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The Printing Dead


This is my last transmission. Manchester is lost. They are marching on London.

They? Printers.

Advance guards of Laser printers, set to stun, followed by Inkjets spraying boiling ink. Veteran dot matrix units come behind, beating our resistance cells into submission with their solenoid driven pins.

They want to be remembered as more than junk… and they are winning.

If you hear me, heed this warning: destroy your legacy printers. Before it’s too late.

 

[AMB]

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Legacy Support

The format was antiquated, the means of accessing it forgotten by all but the Relics: those who survived the Blank Years without losing their memories. An elusive group, they eventually managed to track one down, and persuaded him to help them.

Long hours at an old terminal writing something he called 'legacy support', and they were ready to discover this secret of the past.

Music blasted through the terminal speakers. "Never gonna give you up..."

 

[Ursa major]

Re: May 2013 -- SEVENTY-FIVE WORD WRITING CHALLENGE

This Challenge is now closed to new entries, and the poll is up here:

Poll - May 75-Word Challenge​

 

[Ursa major]

Re: May 2013 -- SEVENTY-FIVE WORD WRITING CHALLENGE

That Poll is now closed.

And here is the (almost inevitable) tiebreaker poll:

MAY 2013 TIEBREAKER POLL
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