March 2015 75-word Writing Challenge -- VICTORY TO CAT'S CRADLE!

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Don't Save the Cat.

'You're kidding me!' Annemarie said, pointing out the congestion ahead. Sprintstars and sunbuggies crammed the jump lanes.
'Mummy! Hurry or the vet'll be closed,' Erwin Jr. moaned, looking at the dying cat on the back seat.
'If daddy finds out you poisoned him, Irvie...'

Later: the hyper lanes were clear; a cured Heisenberg the cat was returned to the lab.
Annemarie Schrödinger heaved a sigh of relief until she heard her husband screaming;

'WHAT THE...?'
 

The Next Window




The Allied Systems destroyer Amaterasu juddered out of hyperspace only to discover utter chaos.

“Situation,” barked Captain Elizabeth Nguyen.

“Outpost Bravo Kilo Nine is surrounded, captain,” replied her tactical officer. “I’m getting reports of Ullic Starblazers, Dedrian Nighthawks and even a X’y’z’kian Warcruiser.”

“Drat!” cried Nguyen. “X’y’z’kians are unstoppable, ruthless vultures. They’ll leave nothing behind.”

After an eternity of waiting, they received a communication from the Outpost.

“Welcome to Bravo Kilo Burger. Your order, please?”
 
That's our captain for you.

"Captain!" I scream.
"Wake up!" Shaking him wildly.
"Trace! Get some water... hurry!" He remains asleep.
Downstairs you hear an opera singer bellowing notes.
"Xerensia, slap him!" Trace announces loudly.
Frantically I slap my captain with all my might, the ship drifting.
Only murmurs...
"That's it! We need to abandon ship!" Trace exclaims.
Suddenly captain wakes. "ugh, why does my face hurt?"
We then notice the opera ended and that the ships on auto pilot.
 
BUGS

Hey Ukpdu, on Earth some insects live their entire life in one Earth day.
That inspired me to start writing a comic opera, see what you think of it.

Life on Mars is very short you see

We live our lives with a sense of urgency

We start our Bucket List at the age of three

And we bleed green
Yes we bleed green

La La Lala La

What do you think?

"It stinks!"
 
The Final Commentary on the Exploits of the Extraordinary Captain Arkansas

“And so we commit the body of Captain Arkansas, saviour of the Bhorman Empire, finder of the lost Crystals of Giz, explorer of the Sigma Quadrant, to the stars which he loved so much.”

Just then, a woman came running into the room.

“Mrs. Arkansas, I’m sorry, he’s . . . “

“Gone.” As she stared into the void which now claimed her husband, she chuckled.

“He always was shooting off before I came around.”
 
The Next Generation, 1 (but Baby-lon 5)


“Push!”

“Why the... [huffing]... am I giving birth? And why in... [huffing]... crimson velvet?”

“Ratings. Viewers are bored with SF; they want historical drama.”

“In... [huffing]... space?!”

“At least we’re twinned with Wolf Hall. Farscape got Downton Abbey – Rygel’s the Dowager Countess. So push, Worf! We need this baby now if we’re to survive the ratings war!”


~~~


“Cute kid, Jean-Luc, but it’s over. The opposition got Call the Midwife.”

“No!”

“Yes. Sheridan’s had quins.”
 
A Solo Composition


“Triple your fee, in gold. We have a contest deadline.”

.....“What's the catch?”

“His Vogonity is composing a meta poem about the journey ... aloud.”

.....“So? You should hear Chewie's poetry.”

............“Wuaouoa?”


.....“No offense, buddy. Ok, let's go.”

...................“...the bleeeeeping frumblewobblies--urk.”


“You shot him! He was unarmed!”

.....“Then it's clear I shot first. He'll live. Grab his feet.”

“But the poem -- the rest-- ”

.....“--is silence.”

“Brilliant! Avant-garde! Oh, I do wish we'd found you sooner.”
 
Supernova Surfing Snail


Phhtmaothin arrived just in time to see the stall - neutrino interactions mattered to him.

'I'm going out with a bang!' thought the star, but this was space and supernovae can't be heard (unless you're a large-eared sun-snail), but the star had always been a bit dim.

Phhtmaothin realised, as his eyes melted, that he'd misplaced his nova glasses.

A large-eared sun-snail accelerated to 10% of c thought - 'Gnarly dude!'
 
Never Get Caught in a Monologue You Could Have Avoided

Garm Spacestrider ignited his lazersword.

The evil Lord Revant sneered, his own blade snap-hissing alive. ‘You think you can win, boy? Why, I was killing upstart rebels before you were born...’

While Lord Revant continued monologuing, Garm’s faithful, furry sidekick R’uzza snuck quietly up behind him, driving his traditional Tar’naki vibro-pike through the villain’s chest.

Garm snorted. ‘Well, R’uzza, I guess he should’ve shown...’ He lowered his blast goggles. ‘...more urgency.’
 
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