January 2015 75 Word Writing Challenge -- VICTORY TO SPRINGS!

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As soon as I lifted the bag of gold I knew I’d done wrong. The ground shifted: a resounding crack. Jane, behind me, screamed, now balanced on a moving ledge of stone.


I looked from the gold and back to Jane, her expression one of panic and horror at my hesitation.


Hell, it was only gold. Maybe I do love her, after all. My fingers wavered as I lowered the bag. Gold. Just gold.
 
Two minutes to true love

"How'd you get on?"

The minion's hand appeared from beneath the table and stuck up a smug looking thumb.

The Dark Lord sighed. "Who did you choose?"

The hand performed a series of sublime prestidigitation.

"The milk maid?"

The hand gave an emphatic cupping motion.

"Ah, big hands, I see."

An enquiring finger appeared on the now blushing hand.

"I don't think speed dating is for me. So it's Inflatable Ingrid for sacrifice again."
 
Self(ish) Preservation


...Splash!...

It kicks like a sleep twitch.
Safety strap battle.

Adrenaline filled blood, a thousand thoughts per second.

A life without her, nights alone in a cold bed, colder than the water.
Or a life without her, shame flooded, it hurts to see my eyes, a warm bed but wet with tears.
Can't save us all, I pass the baby to my wife and push them both from the car.

Sinking into black, what choice?
 
Lucky Six
Six days since the accident; the pier resembles a beached carcass.
Six times I asked the lowering granite firmament for a sign.
Silence
Six hours later the tide reaches for me, too. I back up but see her locket sparkling in the blistering swash.
Later at the café where we met - pills and crossword in my lap - I ask for a sign and roll the die.
6
Six Across: eight letters, three words, one meaning.
 
I have seventy five words to confess my love,
I'm bad, maybe a bird, like a dove will be rad
Then we'll fall in love.

Who knows what grows from these seventy five parts
Although I know thell get your heavenly love
And like birds we nudge the ceiling above
I'm here to reach forward and give you hug.
 
Courtship

The Company was happy. It was the Time of Courtship. Who would become incorporated into the Company as its newest partner?

The CEO favored a particularly spunky Italian. The President was keen on a more workmanlike Californian. The Janitor, however, nominated the favorite, a young, exotic Brazilian with a polished resume.

The votes were cast. The next day the Brazilian acquisition entered into a Holy Merger with the Company, for better or for worse.
 
Loves Outcome

They strapped Danni down and her screams tore through me.

We'd chosen this.

I tried to go to her but they held me back. I called out that I loved her, but she didn't hear.

They drugged her and her ravings ceased.

I prayed; promised I'd never let this happen again, I couldn't bear to see her suffer.

The silence was worse than the screams.

A bloodied man approached me.

"It's a girl. Danni's fine."
 
Circular

“We both love the idea of standing for something,” said Yousuf. “But trust me: freedom’s not worth the hassle, and I’m the one with the gun. Choose wisely.”

Hank wept. Office destroyed. Colleagues dead. Still his cursor floated by the ‘send’ button.

“I always said I loved freedom,” Hank sighed. “But I never thought it’d be tested.”

Hank’s finger hovered over the mouse.

Yousuf’s finger hovered over the trigger.

And the world went mad.
 
The Unbroken Chain

“Every decision made by you, me, and all the others linked to us, has brought us here. Together.”

“I suppose. Isn’t that also true of the soup we just ate?”

“I’m serious. In how many of the infinite possible universes can that be the case?”

“I don’t know.”

“Given all of those choices … will you marry me?”

A million decisions behind us, shining like a comet’s tail. I looked at her and said “No.”
 
The Power of Love

Of course they didn't move, they were dead. That much was obvious.
The strange thing was the way they died. Holding, an in brace, nothing like this had been seen in years.
They were older too. Greyed hair, wrinkled skin, but smiling. That never happens anymore either.
'Why?'

'Its simple, they chose love.'

'But they could of ran.'

'True, they could have. Love makes humans do strange things... Burn them'
 
Elle était si jolie

I was in love. With her brown hair that barely grazed her shoulders. With her perfect white teeth and scarlet lips that told me Bonjour. With her long slim fingers that handed me my ticket. For a moment, I pondered pulling the emergency brake and running back to find the beautiful ticket lady and live out my life with her.

But the train kept going. My fiancée was waiting for me in Luxembourg.
 
The Last Big Taboo

She stood in the shadow of a Neon Budweiser sign.
I hid my wedding ring and strolled past, stealing a glance. Her perfect skin burned through tight ripped jeans.

"Got a light?" she breathed hot Tequila in my ear.
"You can't..."
"Really?" She said, touching my shirt.
I lit her cigarette and she pulled me close, kissing me deeply. My hands moved lower...

"Hey! STOP THAT!" Boomed a bouncer.
"Smoking? You should be ashamed!"
 
Love, Tim

The letter slipped from Maureen's hands as she read the closing. She had never thought of it as love, and he had written it in an old-fashioned letter. Of course, she wanted him. He was hot.

She was not, or so she thought.

She wanted him to scratch "the" itch, not "an" itch. She wasn't the marrying type. He would wait until his wedding day.

The missive had forced her hand. It was over.
 
And None Shall Weep

Rafe worked in the salvage orbital; a place where starships came to die, a place with no happy endings. The mind of the Far Venture had been crippled, not erased, during decommissioning. She remained a child, oblivious to impending oblivion. Rafe loved her as the daughter he couldn't save, so long ago.

Far giggled. “Are we going on a journey?”

Rafe aimed at the exposed engine core, and smiled.

“Where no one has gone before.”
 
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Me or You

I could still smell him on the sheets. Our sheets. I knew that was crass, but it was the highest thread count we had and his type care about that sort of thing.

You told me to stop only a day before. It was this or you. When I watched him get ready to leave I knew you were asking too much. As he placed the money on the nightstand, I said goodbye to you.
 
In a Dream...

I drift onto the gravity plain.

The devils shriek their relentless determination forcing terror and dread into exhausted limbs and I run despite the horrendous effort.

Finally I'm forced into a depression filled with glowing machinery and throw the power switch to shut it down. Jubilantly the devils leave me to myself.

I wake feeling cold and dead inside, the world outside is bleak and quiet. People ashen, hopeless and empty.

God's love is gone.
 
A Telling Choice

“Two ropes, red and blue;
One death, one freedom,
Love will guide your hand true.”

The words came back to me in the dark. My betrothed hung over the abyss. Two ropes on the wall, one red, one blue.

Two ropes. I felt red in my heart. I hesitated, then pulled.

As we rode from the castle, I could not hold her loving gaze. All I could see was my hand pulling the blue cord.
 
Work Will Make You Free

The choice was simple

Go to the left

Or go to the right

The strong go right

All others go left

My parents pushed me to the right

Grim faced and wanting to scream and shout, I went right

Pale and gaunt, yet smiling while crying, they went left

I’ve not seen them since, nor do I ever expect to see them again

I know the meaning of love, when I see smoke belching forth
 
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The Greatest Love

The world has become a dark and broken place, everyone feeds on corruption and greed.

Oh, I do what I can, teach love and peace. No-one listens. No-one cares.

They need a sign.

So, despite everything, I forgive them.

If I let go, if I sacrifice my life, I might just save some of them.

Through me. Through my pain.

Through my blood.

I give them faith.

Hope.

I give them love.
 
Once upon a slime…

I was already in my 'ever afters'. The realm's drought had ended with the birth of an heir, far more painful that anything evil had ever done for me - he gurgled symbolically, maintaining the drizzle.

The old monarch had dwindled into insignificance, condemned to obscurity by by my action or more, passivity, his Royal Highness being no inspiring lover.

Passion died on wedding night, but, given a choice. I wouldn't change a thing.
 
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