DISCUSSION -- March 2014 75 Word Writing Challenge

[Remedy]

Well done SB! Congratulations - you beastly, gaseous life-giver!!!

 

[ratsy]

Congrats Starbeast! Well done buddy!!

 

[Azzagorn]

Sorry for not voting. My bad, no totally terrible time management skills have let me down. I will present myself to Bowler1's Ray Gun firing squad now.

It has been an honour. I go to my death a proud member of this forum.
*fateful music*

 

[chrispenycate]

Sorry for not voting. My bad, no totally terrible time management skills have let me down. I will present myself to Bowler1's Ray Gun firing squad now.

It has been an honour. I go to my death a proud member of this forum.
*fateful music*

Umm: I think Bowler's using the sonic raygun. You won't die, though you might wish you had. The gun produces subsonic frequencies which synchronise with the resonant frequency of your gut. When the motion exceeds the body's limits it relaxes all the sphincters and empties the gut. Completely. Not fun.

 

[Azzagorn]

Umm: I think Bowler's using the sonic raygun. You won't die, though you might wish you had. The gun produces subsonic frequencies which synchronise with the resonant frequency of your gut. When the motion exceeds the body's limits it relaxes all the sphincters and empties the gut. Completely. Not fun.

Oh I can hardly wait now. Better go nil by mouth just in case

 

[Alex The G and T]

Good Onya Beast. Nicely Done!

 

[TheDustyZebra]

Congratulations, Starbeast!

Just a side note about my story: Just after this Challenge began, with the Death theme, a guy I went to school with (his brother was in my class, he was two years older) was lost in an avalanche while snowmobiling. He was trying to free a companion's stuck snowmobile when the avalanche hit. His four friends dug out, but he has not been found yet, and they have suspended the search until after May, as it is still prime avalanche season.

I went through a morbid few days, obsessing over the thoughts that must go through a person's mind in a death such as that -- all the things left undone, from plans made to tasks unfinished, and thoughts of what the family will do and how they will manage. I don't think I did justice to it, and I'd rather have had a 300 for that, but it was something anyway. As mosaix said, nobody's ever ready -- and Death doesn't care.

 

[Starbeast]

TheDustyZebra

I am very sorry to hear about the loss of someone you know. My condolences to the family, and all who knew him.

God be with you all.










Thank you to everyone who mentioned my tale and voted for me.

 

[TacticalLoco]

Welldone, StarBeast!

 

[Droflet]

It was just a matter of time. Well done Beasty. Can't wait to see what you come up with for next month.

 

[Cat's Cradle]

Awesome Starbeast, really awesome!!!!!! Very well deserved victory for a story that still makes me laugh, well done!!!!!!!! Very excited to see what you choose for next month's contest!!

 

[hopewrites]

*hugs to Dusty*
*Confetti to StarBeast*
*props to everyone who put forth a story this month, well done all round*

 

[David Evil Overlord]

What Hope said.

 

[SleepyDormouse]

Congratulations Starbeast! Now I wonder if you can squeeze three stories into the next 75 words?

The Dusty Zebra, I'm sorry to hear of the loss of a friend. ((hugs))

 

[Perpetual Man]

Well what'dy'know SB the winner! Congratulations my friend, a well deserved win indeed.

and a quick thanks to Tisiphone for the mention!

 

[farntfar]

Well done StarB. A worthy winner amongst a terrific field.
Well done everyone else too. I enjoyed them all.

Sorry to hear of your friend TDZ.

 

[chrispenycate]

As threatened, alternative takes on the Deathess; it's not as if i'll ever have anything else to do with them.

Death's demise, and Hell's disruption.​

Human death at least. The last of those who had chosen 'natural' lifespan lay on the slab. The fresh-faced adolescents honouring her passing had each over four hundred years of memories, and indefinite to come. Stasis. Art hadn't produced anything original since the last baby had been born

Slim, elegant, the ultimate harbinger of change has only vermin and her once most faithful
minions, worms, to collect, now. Fields empty, pets purrpetual.

Eternal, unchangeable.

Is the maiden…​

After all those who had come courting, Death was still technically a virgin.

Anemic poet, rabid romantic, cynical warrior; when the time came, they could no longer perform.

She loved those who faded for her, and those who delivered more souls into her hands, but that love was distant, chilled.

For in the long, Death seeks only ending.

Four Horsepeople of the Apocalypse​

The four of us pounded on through the last night
Wide grins on our faces, apocalypse now.
Around us the mortals retreated in fright
Seeking trembling refuge in wasteland or slough.

War, redheaded,attractive, spearheaded our spite
While close behind, pestilence, poison and blight
Contribute to famine's bulimic delight.
In last place ride I, universe leukocyte,
Recycle infection, all we disallow
Devastation, elation, the ultimate might
As, united, humanity took their last bow.

 

[Jo Zebedee]

Poor Dusty, that sounds awful.

I meant to say last night, well done to the backrunners, too. At one point it was all getting incredibly close!

 

[crystal haven]

Sorry about your friend, TDZ.

Congratulations, Starbeast!

 

[Jo Zebedee]

I like the third one a lot, Chrispy, but preferred your entry.