August 2013 -- SEVENTY-FIVE WORD WRITING CHALLENGE -- VICTORY TO HEX

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Wallet and Grimace


Years I've waited.

Alone, captive.

I recall better times, when my usefulness was recognised and I meant something, something good...

But times move on, and all I have is belief in myself.

Suddenly, movement!

Hands grasp for me, and I'm free!

"What is it?"

"Sixpence."

"What's a sixpence?"

"A coin from the old days."

"Worth anything?"

"Nah, small change."

One glorious flight through clean air and I'm down.

Better times will come. I'll wait here.
 
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Under Pressure in the Mariana Trench



“It was the toe nails. Bauer forever picking his toe nails.”

.......“What’s the emergency?”

.......“Nautilus One, Challenger Deep.”

“Gupta sniffing.”

.......“Who’s that?”

.......“Cathcart.”

.......“The base shrink?”

“Chen and her hull pressure readings.”

.......“Pressure problems?”

.......“15,750 psi. Standard for seven miles down.”

“Four. Interminable. Months. Picking. Sniffing. Whining.”

.......“The other crewmen?”

.......“No life signs.”

“Then Lopez. Humming. One bloody tune.”

.......“But Cathcart was so ... normal.”

.......“Was.”

“But the sub’s not yellow now. It’s nice blood red ...”
 
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A Sacrifice on the Altar of Trade


Arthur looked terrified.

“Well?” the despot demanded.

“The Triganic Senators are back, sir. They’re furious.”

“They can’t return their copy of our Archive. The contract says so.”

“That isn’t it, sir. They said they’ve never seen a society so well documented.”

“What, then? It can’t be the price: they agreed half a Pu. The trouble I had finding those Ningis...”

“Yes, sir.” Arthur began to shake. “But this time they’re insisting on real change.”





 
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Inalienable Rights

Freeing secret political prisoners is suicide. Espionage, decrypters and wafer armour; GlobaLiberty has it all.

‘That should do it.’ Kale says, and the door swings open. Two shocks and the support guards fall. Outside, sirens and the approaching thrum of gyropters tell us we weren’t so stealthy.

‘What the…?’ Kale manages.

Like I said, liberating someone is suicide; liberating something is altogether… well, let’s just say I hope it has a ray gun.
 
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Famous Last Words



'So we are the last'

'We indeed are the last'

'No one else alive on Earth but the two of us'

'Not a soul'

'Why couldn't we just learn to get on with each other? Why did we have to destroy ourselves?'

'Human nature I'm afraid'

'Couldn't we have changed?'

'Some things never change'

'Well at least we can do something about it; there's still hope. Hey, what are you doing with that knife...'
 
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