October 2013 -- SEVENTY-FIVE WORD WRITING CHALLENGE -- VICTORY TO THE JUDGE

[Culhwch]

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

Ghost Stories

I was thirteen when my father died. To remember him, I began writing stories. Simple things, snatches of our lives, interesting only to me, but eventually put aside, forgotten.

Sales of my debut novel exceeded expectations, and we splurged on a bigger place. Packing belongings untouched for years, I unearthed a tattered notebook.

I read them then, a smile on my lips, tears in my eyes, taking such pleasure from these, my ghost stories.

 

[Phyrebrat]

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

Dirty Bus

Karon loved her job.

Even though the passengers were pallid-faced, foul-mouthed malcontents, she greeted them with a smile as they touched their travel cards on the reader, or barked their destination without even looking at her.

Yes, she was made for the 566 bus route!

Despite the drunks pissing in the disabled area, pickpockets and fighting, she loved it.

Must get it cleaned though; the 6 on the front looks like a 5.

 

[choccoweeble]

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Lingering

Did you know it was me?

Did you see my imprint on the windowpane?

I wasn't expecting your face to feel so cold, so I shiver, but I can't resist touching you again.

I burn with the anticipation of you opening your eyes, and simultaneously with fear of what you might see if you do.

So I leave for good this time, and with you lingering on my fingertips, fade into the frosty dawn air.

 

[Ursa major]

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(Rolling in the) Aisles of the Dead​

In death, as in life, comedy is about big audiences and fresh meat. Here, though, it’s the audience that must be fresh: dead comedians are going nowhere. Luckily, the recently deceased can’t remember all those old jokes.

So when there’s a big battle, or natural disaster, that’s where we head.


This time, I’m first there.

.....“A ghost walks into a bar...

...and straight out the other side.”.....​

That’s me: putting the laughter into slaughter.​

.​

 

[The Judge]

Re: October 2013 -- SEVENTY-FIVE WORD WRITING CHALLENGE -- NOTE NEW CLOSING DATE

[FONT=&quot]Unlucky 13[/FONT]


[FONT=&quot]He sighed. He enjoyed his little pleasures, but the girl was dead now. His thirteenth. He – [/FONT]


[FONT=&quot]Odd. Her trickling blood, making a pattern. A word.
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[/FONT][FONT=&quot]............[/FONT][FONT=&quot]PREPARE[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot].
He laughed, then noticed the strips of flayed skin.
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[/FONT] [FONT=&quot]............[/FONT][FONT=&quot]TO
.
[/FONT] [FONT=&quot]He stumbled back, knocking over the dissection table. His knives fell, skittered, jinked, formed...
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[/FONT] [FONT=&quot]............[/FONT][FONT=&quot]MEET
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[/FONT] [FONT=&quot]His blinding cords:
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[/FONT] [FONT=&quot]............[/FONT][FONT=&quot]OUR
[/FONT][FONT=&quot].[/FONT][FONT=&quot]
[/FONT] [FONT=&quot]He ran. Smoke coiled from the brazier’s coals.
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[/FONT] [FONT=&quot]............[/FONT][FONT=&quot]PLEASURE[/FONT]


[FONT=&quot]Knives, cords, coals flew at him.
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[/FONT] [FONT=&quot]Laughter rose. Thirteen young voices.[/FONT]

 

[AnyaKimlin]

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Tea and Ghosts

Snow fell all round Wilf and Doris as they sat on their usual bench in a rundown part of town. Doris poured tea from the tartan flask and Wilf accepted his cup with a kiss. She put her head to one side and pointed at the long since abandoned Masonic lodge. “Someone’s having a Halloween party. Wonderful costumes. Best I’ve ever seen.”

“Aye.” Wilf took a sip from his tea. “Got any biscuits, love.”

 

[Brev]

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The Deviant...


Excitement growing, Nigel drifted through the wall of the student nurse's shower block.

In life, no one had understood his passion. Death had advantages; he was silent, incorporeal, invisible, like a comic book superhero. Which meant he could indulge his innermost desires without interruption, prejudice or scorn.

He drifted upward, onto the block's flat roof, which overlooked the tracks.
As the interlink freight train rumbled past, Nigel noted all the carriage numbers, and smiled.

 

[Dream Walker]

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[FONT=&quot]A Spirited Relationship[/FONT]​

[FONT=&quot]I knew when the wine spilled on her, my blind date was finished, though she politely excused herself to mop up. [/FONT]
[FONT=&quot] I growled. “Penny, I’m getting another girlfriend.” [/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]Penny materialized onto my lap embracing me. “I’m your girlfriend.”[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]I sighed, “Hun. Love. You’re a ghost.”[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]“Living challenged!” Penny insisted.[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]“Whatever! Baby, I need …” She... what was she doing? Her hands were... I blushed. [/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]“How about we sleep on it?” she purred. [/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]“Check, please!” [/FONT]

 

[Culhwch]

Re: October 2013 -- SEVENTY-FIVE WORD WRITING CHALLENGE -- NOTE NEW CLOSING DATE

The challenge is now closed, and voting is open. Cast your vote here: http://www.sffchronicles.co.uk/forum/545990-poll-october-75-word-challenge.html