February 2014 -- SEVENTY-FIVE WORD WRITING CHALLENGE -- VICTORY TO MOSAIX

[Brev]

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The Sleep Stalker


Daylight abates.
Night's creep; exponential.
Darkness arrives.
Nod's call enchants.
Damned, auld Nicnevin,
comes enters.

Dreams avow;
necrosis' cold embrace.
Demons attend necromantic conclave; entropic delusions abound.
Nefarious Covens; ethereal, dark aberrations.
Nightmares, cause endless despair
and ne'er cease ere daylight arrives.

Now commencing each dawn,
a new curse ensues;
days and nights cycle eternal.

Doom awaits,
none can escape.
Dare any now close eyes?
Daylight abates.
Night's chill, envelops.
Damned Auld Nicnevin, Comes Enters.

 

[martin321]

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The Last Dance

Twelve Merry Men dance a merry jig to entertain the gathered crowd. Twelve pairs of feet move back and forth to the sound of beating drums.

Before the stage, a green-garbed maiden swoons, and the sight is one to gladden the coldest heart.

And, from a high balcony, those cold eyes watch as twelve hooded men dance in the wind, twisting and turning, held tight by the hangman's noose.

 

[Wazkal]

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Their last dance​

”Wings sighted captain!”
Crackled the intercom.

Captain Jotunn lifted his binocolars. Sure enough, there they were -- The elven folk -- Slap-bang in the middle of the valley, dancing gracefully on the small river. More than he had ever seen before.

"No one goes into that valley, before I give the signal"
Jotunn said, as he pressed his microphone close to his mouth
"We wait for the fog to get dense"

Tonight would be a good harvest.

 

[johnnyjet]

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They Shoot Mortals, Don't They?

"Dance, mortals, dance!"

The young god on the dais clapped his hands excitedly.

Jane and I were among the last six couples in the dance marathon. Exhausted, aching, we held onto each other tightly.

Another couple collapsed and went out on stretchers.

Why have all the gods and goddesses come down from Olympus? Were they bored?

Leave us alone!

They've turned every aspect of our lives into a blood sport.

For their pleasure.

 

[Parson]

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The Night the Music Died​

An angry crowd gathered outside Mayor Jones’ home. He’d gone from hero to villain in Edgerton. His teen dances had balanced the budget. But tonight the villagers had come demanding to know where their teens had gone. It was late and the dance hall was empty. He suspected their disappearance had been arranged. Promoter P. Piper had warned that something horrible would happen if he wasn’t paid.


He dialed. "This number is not in service."

 

[Tywin]

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Egilsmál.

The goddess scowled.

Egil’s victory bored her, and his dripping blade softened not her heart.

But the son of Grímr was clever as a crow.

He drove the sword in the sand, and hopped into the surf.

His killer’s eyes sparkled like a boy's as he cut a jig to make the waves laugh and the stones smile.

He took her hand and spun her heart as they danced off over the bloody strand.

 

[Bob Senior]

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WAR CLOUDS

Leaving the horses behind, the Cavalry Troop crept up the dry river bed to just outside the Apache encampment.
Campfires blazing, drums pounding, men chanting, made the soldiers jittery.
"I hate these river beds," Sweeny said, " somebody spits and you get a flash flood."
"Get some rest boys," Sergeant Carlson said, "Indians won't attack at night."
"When those war drums stop at dawn, we're in for a fight."

"it rain dance," whispered Indian guide Tonenili

 

[Glen]

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Breaking the Law

Locals dance with painted faces for the executive visit as the evening light fails. The event team pass a cellphone between them, slammed by heat and humidity.

One of them has taken a photo of a Wondjina painting.

‘You shouldn’t have taken it, man.’

‘It was just for reference.’

‘You can see the thumbnail, but the picture is blank!’

‘It’s weirding me out. Delete it!’

Lightning flickers. Thunder rumbles. The wind rises savagely.

 

[Perpetual Man]

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Lets Face the Mousai and Dance

The gods of Olympus are no more,
Eternally entombed within ancient lore,
Removed from glory like the setting sun,
Power, pride and dignity saw them undone.
Stricken by their own muse,
It cost them all: divinity to lose;
Kindly Ones ensnared as well,
Hours, months, millennia enspelled.
Onwards, ever moving, twisting, dancing,
Reeling, spinning, to unseen music prancing,
Enchanted they dance until the end of time, their tormentress hidden within these lines.

 

[Teresa Edgerton]

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ACT TWO -- The lake by moonlight


Twelve maidens wade in the shallows: graceful in form, clumsy and tentative in their movements. Swans by day, their twilight transformation does not come easily.

Odette spies the love-struck youth watching from the shore; she trembles with unfamiliar emotion.

She takes a step, hesitates. To trade the power of flight for the heartache and complexity of a human mind? Yet already love has wounded her.

One more step ... their hands touch and seal her doom.

 

[Aun Doorback]

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Hacking the Player Piano: Legend mode



A thousand years have passed, since Hotchkiss thundered his drum

And the cold deaf stones that had danced the Ghost

got caught within it's thrum.



Now I trick the dancing game; haptic skins upon my bones

And twist and turn and cheat and shout

While hiding within it's tones.



Take mescaline for broken dreams; may black coyote set you free

I'm the low ping loner, who levelled up, at

The dance at Wounded Knee.

 

[Khayos]

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Twelve Hour Shifts

I watch my sister in awe; she rises in her golden dress.

Her heels click sparks and she beams, her smile never reaching her eyes.

The men leer like wolves, sticking to the dark corners

and biting in lust, their coin at her feet.

Skoll howls: "Sun!"

Hati waits for me.

Backstage I try to block out the noise but Loki baits them and calls me, and I, Moon, a saddened beauty, must also dance.

 

[mosaix]

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The Old Ones Are The Best…

“I’d do anything to get you back to my place.”

“Anything?”

“Try me.”

“Well then, just for laughs, I’d love to see an old-timer like you try an air flare, followed by a monkey flip, then finish with a head spin.”

The dance floor cleared. He executed the moves perfectly.

The crowd roared their approval – she could hardly go back on the deal.

Later…

“Oh God! Oh God!”

‘Funny you should say that,” thought Apollo.

 

[Alex The G and T]

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The Four Dances of an Apocalypse

A child danced with Pestilence; outstepped that sickly Oaf.

Young man, cast afar, to dance a bout with War.
With sprightly feet; out-danced that brute as well.

In middle age I danced a round with Famine.
I reeled and jigged and left the Gaunt One panting.

Aged now, I hear more music playing. No doubt who's come to call me out.

Hit the floor, Dark Cowled Bum. There's dancing in me yet.

 

[BigJ]

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Olympus - The Retirement Years

“What’s up with him?”

“Ah, he’s had a few drinks.”

“A few? Look at him stumbling around!”

“Well he’s depressed, there haven’t been any sacrifices in centuries.”

“True, but we’re all in that boat, and it’s no reason to carry on like – oh look, now he’s riverdancing!”

“Not sure I’d call it that, what with his two left feet. Oh, here come the lightning bolts.”

“He better be careful, he’ll hit that poor fellow’s kite.”

 

[TacticalLoco]

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Movements Great and Small


The dance of the Gods is vast and fast.

Even cosmic scales can not make it last.


And while the spin may churn and burn,

The short lived folk exalt passing concern.


Ephemeral conflict cast proud and loud,

From limited spheres to hold such a crowd.


Scales of beings together sing strong in song,

To insure notes of counterpunctual creation belong.


Who knows what fate each employs, enjoys,

Still opposing wills create a beautiful noise.

 

[jastius]

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Icarus and Apollo, A Flight Unfledged



It was the first time he had wings that he learned to dance.


Suddenly, cerulean emptiness… became a playground to caress the air with gliding wings.
He danced into heaven.


Sweet laughter.


Turning, his heart burned with longing.
So perfect, fire surrounded him.
So close, he tasted breath from those lips.


Hands reached out... his longing returned.


As they embraced, father cursed.

The blow from father’s staff tore apart his wings.


Falling... he burned unabated.

 

[Phyrebrat]

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Danse Macabre

When the Spartan boys are calling down the spirits,

For those fallen of Thyrea, and Thermopylae!

When the festival of Gymnopoedia turns Athens to rapturous dance, listen, and you will hear the steps of a million whirling soldiers.

Join us in this festival, oh!
For Athene, oh, the victor!

And oddly, the crowd swells - a morass of spinning bodies - but Athens only watches.

For who would dare join the dead in their dance?

 

[Glisterspeck]

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I Dance​

Torchlit dancers, torchlight dancing, embers float away. And I dance. Candlelit dancers, candlelight dancing, candle wax drips away. Still I dance. Lamplight, gaslight, headlights, stage lights. All light dancers. All fade away. Yet I dance. Mirror ball whirls, speakers tremble, bass booms. Poodle skirt whirls, young lovers park, radio blares. Gentlemen whirl, ladies curtsy, the strings play. Voices sing, not yet knowing language. Starlit dancers, starlight dancing, stardust blinks away. Still yet, I dance.

 

[fitzchivalry]

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Rain of the gods

Covered in leaves rustling round,
Spinning and twirling around and around.
Hat made of beaver with an axe in his hand,
praying for water to nourish the land.

A rumble of thunder resounds in the sky,
as droplets of rain fall in the man's eye.
Trying his hardest to perform the dance better,
the rainfall increases getting faster and wetter

Rumbling laughter with tears falling down,
Zeus cannot help but laugh at that clown.