September 2013 -- SEVENTY-FIVE WORD WRITING CHALLENGE -- VICTORY TO ALCHEMIST

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No Auteur Joy?



“Another triumph, Maestro!”

“So you say.”

“Everyone was ecstatic. And you were milking the applause.”

“Milking?”

“So you didn’t have to be turned round to face the audience, Maestro? And even then, you didn’t at first smile.”

“Why would I smile?”

“Why not?”

“Michael Umlauf promised me the chorus would be ready. Didn’t you hear those top Ds? The sopranos were screeching.”

“Were they, Ludwig? But then I haven’t got your wonderful ‘Beethoven’ ear.”


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A Night No One Needs To Remember


Listening is my job; listening to the staccato clicks of Morse sparking over the sea. At night I can hear halfway across the Atlantic.

Another transmission. I’m busy. I shouldn’t leave the Marconi Room. But my gut tells me it’s important. I listen to it, and run to the bridge.


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“Good God. Engine Room – stop.”

“Sir?”

“Listen to me. Dead stop. We’ll wait out the night here. I’m not taking Titanic into an ice field.”
 
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Thus Facepalmed Apollo



Archimedes shooed his chattering maid away and stripped. He was too busy to hear about some niece or granddaughter again.


Lowering himself into the water, he idly watched as the scratches in the bathtub’s wooden sides became submerged… and suddenly stopped.


“EUREKA!”


Archimedes leapt from the bathtub. His wet feet slipped on the stone floor and he hit the wall with a crunch.


The maid, who had returned, laundered bath mat in hand, screamed.
 
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