December 2013 -- SEVENTY-FIVE WORD WRITING CHALLENGE -- VICTORY TO TYWIN

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We Can Believe It For You Wholesale


“What can I get you? Californian Buddhism is popular right now, or we’ve got a good deal on Zoroastrianism this month. Our mind-crystals are the best on the market. Faith guaranteed.”

......“Quaker.”

“Unusual choice! So, the 24-hour St Teresa ecstasy, the week-long rapture, or the full 30-day I’m-A-Believer package?”

......“The lifetime option.”

“What? Are you crazy? You know what that means? Mental softening ...”

......“Hope.”

“... hallucinations ...”

......“Love.”

“... social ridicule.”

......“Peace.”
 
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Just Desserts



Living in a vast universe, restricted to the briefest moment in one tiny corner, is hell. So when I hear about Cones4U, I’m ecstatic.

I don’t (want to) understand the physics, but they offer, for a price, a new Future Light Cone, whose origin can be anywhere in spacetime. It seems fantastical, but I have faith.

Once I’m strapped into the device, the operator switches it on and winks. Everything goes dark.

I scream. Possibly.
 
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Departure Lounge

“Sabian Pistis?”

I smiled at her pronunciation. “Close enough.”

She motioned towards the departure gate. “The co-ordinates you supplied have generated a wormhole which transects the plain of a singularity. The viability of your destination cannot be verified and no retrieval will be possible. Do you still wish to proceed?”

I stood and shouldered my bag. “Where no man has gone before? How could I pass that up.”

“Then thank you for traveling with Magisterium.”
 
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I'll Be Home


Food: two weeks.

Spaceport trip: one week.

If the yearly supply ship couldn't get down in this weather, no hope.

Struggling through drifts, blinded by snow, I brought back our supplies. A window in the storm had let the ship land.

Expecting to cheer my worried family, I opened the door and found, instead, smiling faces, decorations, a week's food laid in a banquet. How had they known?

My wife beamed. “It's Christmas!”

They hadn't.
 
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A Trilogy In Five Paragraphs


Waking to hammering on the porch door, I open the bedroom window."It's seven o' bloody clock in the morning!"

"Five to eight actually" comes the annoyingly cheerful reply. "Anyway, that's not important; what matters is that you come with me straight away."

"Go away, I feel like death" I reply, slamming the window and returning to bed.

"Perhaps that's just as well" comes the muffled reply, "Goodbye, Arthur."

What an odd fellow Ford is!
 
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