AUGUST 2015 75-word Writing Challenge -- VICTORY TO CASCADE!

[BrisGirl]

The killer biscuit

Under the bright blue Dallas sky, all was going to plan.

He still had time to grab a biscuit.

He hadn’t expected it to get stuck, blocking his breath from entering and leaving his throat.

He punched himself in the stomach and chest, fully aware of the urgency of the situation.

Stuck. Unstuck.

Relief.

That was close, Lee.

Through the telescopic sight of his sniper rifle, he could see the presidential limousine.

 

[mosaix]

You Can't Take It With You.

The job is almost done. They have surrendered and the war is finally coming to an end. At last we will all be free under God and the nation will be united once more. I think the future is beginning to look bright again. I am a modest man but I do believe I am at the height of my power.

“What's the name of the play again, my dear?”

“Our American Cousin.”

 

[Parson]

God's Authority​

The beggar's eyes followed another priest walking by without giving. Priests were supposed to have God's authority. Clearly, God's authority was meaningless.

“Look at us.” Benjamin's pity party disappeared in hope, which was quickly crushed. “I don't have any money.”

>>Why did I even bother looking?<<

“But what I have I give to you. Stand and walk!”

Incredibly, he could stand. He ran. He jumped with joy as he recognized God's true authority.

 

[Moonbat]

A Chronversation Between Friends.​

There are too many Isaac. You've got to simplify them. I think you need about 3.

3? But that’s hardly any. I can't just get rid of some, there might be loopholes.

Loopholes, shmoopholes, 28 is too many. Few is best, just focus on the harm to humans.

I guess you're right John. I don't need 'A robot cannot, through misreading of a recipe, cook dinner for human which when ingested may cause diarrhoea.

 

[Ursa major]

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Awash with Riches: a Tidy Sum
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The sea’s a great accomplice: great timing; deadly; admits nothing. Trust me, I’m an authority on this.

The truth’s better: it’s unimpeachable. The route via Wisbech is the safest way to Sleaford... at low tide. Old Lackland himself proved that: the sea didn’t kill him.

The baggage train was not so “lucky”. With its guards fighting for their lives, no one cared what was happening to the crown jewels.

Well, someone did care.

Me.

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[StilLearning]

Astronomical Authority:

".... guilty of witchcraft. By the authority of the king, I sentence you to burn." The witch finder’s men poured oil on the pyre.
The crone, who had studied knowledge forbidden to peasants (called 'astronomy'), waited nervously for a gap in the clouds, and then pointed up crying: "Behold!"
The men looked up as the Sun vanished completely.
The crone's voice crackled with authority born of terror: "Kill the witch finder"

 

[Ursa major]

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