100 Word Anonymous Writing Challenge #7 (June 2015)

[Dan Jones]

Hugo's Hammer.

Hugo laid down his tools. Something had struck him.
He looked about his workroom, at each object in turn. A can of
oil, a tin bucket, an empty bottle. Everything that exists, will...
He put on his goggles, and picked up his sonic hammer. Boom! He
brought it down heavy over a decorative pot, terracotta shards and
faded paint dust peppered the floor. He would never, never stop now.
Surely something existed, that wouldn't... At the end of the
evening, his house was rubble. He started out on the five mile trek
to the nearest town. He would find it.

 

[Dan Jones]

Nature creates DNA and loses conviction.

The first ten thousand million years were the worst.
And the second ten thousand million years, they were the worst too.

I started to build up some macro molecules to see if anything interesting would happen.
Planets started to produce squirmy wiggly things that were interesting, and some of the squirmy things would eat the wiggly things and got smarter.

They started getting bigger and even smarter on several planets, and began to think.
There was one small blue green planet that produced something called man and digital watches.

After that, I went into a bit of a decline.

 

[Dan Jones]

Last Call to Arms

“We shall have our vengeance!” bellowed the clan leader, waving his Lochaber axe in the air. The sound of bagpipe music was drowned out by the tumultuous response of his brothers in arms. He put the thunder to his back and charged the enemy. The village massacre had made them fearless, and by the enemy, feared.

They were outnumbered, out-armed, and out of options. The battle did not last long. A large, black crow settled on the ground next to him. As his consciousness began to fade, memories of his wife and daughter quieted the sounds of dying men.

 

[Dan Jones]

Fluid

Harry fed the cracked pot a fresh infant. Crimson bubbles grew fat with fluid.

George held the child's ankle, clear blue eyes smiled at him.

Small tender fingers grasped George's nose.

"Shucks, Harry this 'un likes me, be nice to keep 'em"

"We ain't keepin' any stinkin' pets! Toss it in 'fore I throw you in."

"Am keepin' this lil' un' Harry." George whimpered.

Harry lurched forward. "Like hell ya are"

George launched his axe. Harry's skull spat hot scarlet.

Wrapping the infant in old rags, he mumbled soft lullabies.

sentinel's shadowed the doorway, George shielded the child's eyes.

 

[Dan Jones]

Judge, Jury and Executioner...

“How say you?”

“Guilty!”

“And you?”

“Guilty!”

“There! The worst crime possible out here in the asteroid belt and all twelve agree – guilty.”

“But...”

“Shut up!”

“Don't I get a say? In the interests of justice?”

“Okay. But it'll make no difference, I know you did it. Make it quick. The sooner we get this over with...”

“You're really going to execute me? Over some missing rations – that I know nothing about! Isn't that a bit extreme? A bit paranoid?”

“If you didn't steal them – who did?”

“Perhaps... one of the others?”

“What others? There is only you and...”

“Precisely!”

 

[Dan Jones]

Writ of Certiorari

After months of seclusion, he emerges from his library, victorious, the manuscript nearly complete.

“Immortality shall be mine!” He waves it at me.

“Master—”

“All that remains is the final line, and I shall be immortal!”

“Master, the world has changed—”

“I shall change the world! Come with me to the town square, to set the final words for all to see!”

“Master, you don’t want—”

“I don’t want to argue. Come!”

And we go. And he writes the last line. And he becomes immortal.

I tried to tell him about the new law. Writing carries an automatic life sentence.

 

[chrispenycate]

A Heavenly Pie

Judge Salvatore was summoned by the Mathematics Club of Heaven. He studied the case carefully for several days before making his decision.

John Gold, the head of the Mathematics Club, committed one of the worst crimes ever seen in Heaven, so the punishment had to be strict. But it was Heaven after all, so a compromise was needed.

“I hereby sentence you to eternity”, the Judge proclaimed at the end of the trial.

Mr Gold started serving his sentence while he was being taken away by bailiffs. “Three point one, four, one, five, nine, two…”