January 2016 75-word Writing Challenge -- VICTORY TO LITTLESTAR!

[Cathbad]

Envy

Shara stared her opponent down, hating everything about the silver-skinned, golden haired fembot sheriff.

Shara drew and fired her revolver. The fembot drew and fired her laser gun.

The sheriff looked down at the hole in her chest, and slowly slid to the dusty road.

Shara looked at the bad burn on her left arm. “It’s worth it,” she said to the dead bot. She walked over and ripped its golden hair free. “Mine!”

 

[LittleStar]

Sometimes Moments is All You Have

Mags' last breath trembles out.

I ain't got no tears left. I pull ma timepiece out and spin the second hand back. After all these years I still ain't figured how ta go back mor'an a minute.

"Doc brown's on'is way, Mags. He got somethin' real good for the pain."

"You go on livin'. After, I mean." Mags cuts the lock from her hair. "Just remember me."

"I ain't never let you go."

 

[J5V]

Fire Curse

“In the morning, the Sheriff will be gone,” Wild Fire said, confident his craft would work, “I’ve been sure that our legend has spread. They mock it.”

His wife elaborated, “By noon tomorrow, his skin will be orange, and his hair will have fallen out, as foretold. Their priest will turn the town against him, and they will cast out their bad spirit. Deputy William respects our land.”

 

[Serge Alexandr]

Stop Looking at the Stars!

“I aint seen no ‘hairy walkin’ turtles’!” Dewey spat at the carcass beginning to rot in the hot desert sun.

“That’s what I’m tryna tell you! See, them vultures won’t even touch ‘im,” Preeda crouched examining the strange creature.

Dewey sighed and shook his head, “You spend too much time lookin’ at the stars Pree, you gotta grow up sometime…”

But Preeda knew her brother secretly prided in her curiosity. “I’d rather die,” she grinned.

 

[Dan Jones]

21 Mane Street

I scalp the twelfth, final jurist with my regular signoff: “Ol’ Ned rides again!”

Poor Ol’ Ned ain’t around now, so ‘sup to me to exact justice for his sentencing. Shave and a haircut. With a machete!

I glue the final scalp to Ned’s mane. He don’t ride as well as he used to, bein’ dead an’ all, but he’s still one fine lookin’ hoss. They’ll never keep Ned and me apart. We’s partners.

 

[Ken Zulu]

A sickly sweet smell. Burning nano-dyes in the curtains and smoldering wood.

We’re still moving..fast.

My eyes cease to burn as I transition into the night air..frantically pushed from behind.

My mother. A glowing crimson halo around her dark hair as it burns. Flames lick against her back. A flash of relief washes over her face.

I fall into the snow.

The stagecoach is completely engulfed as it melts into the night.

 

[johnnyjet]

The Outlaw Hairdresser

He was known and feared throughout the Wild West. They called him Johnny Hatchethands, the Outlaw Hairdresser.

Treat him right, you get a nicely styled trim, bob or wave cut that held up well in dry conditions. Treat him badly, you risked a lightning fast scalping. He was just as inclined to do either.

Keep an eye peeled for him. He’ll be passing through your town someday soon.

Appointments will not be necessary.

 

[Shyrka]

A Hair's Breadth

"Aha!' he cried, rising up sharply, his fingers pinched together around some unseen object. "This is it, Freddy! This is how we get that rat *******!"
Fredericka arched her brow, stepping disdainfully over the spent brass that littered the dusty floorboards. She leaned forward, squinting.

"It's a hair."

"Indeed it is," he replied, brandishing it excitedly.

"And how, my good doctor, does that help us?"

"Freddy my dear, have you ever heard of voodoo?"

 

[War.Earth]

Moon Town

Memories. Relentless in seeding themselves. Fertile be the mind..

I hurried along picking the lilies. The petals were translucent pulsating a radiant spectrum of color due to the distress of being clipped.

A zephyr caressed my senses as resin ran down my blade. The resin would give her hair a soft luminescence, but only at moon up.


Wake up Executor-Marshal. Your colt is ready to be presented at town hall..


A garden be the mind.

 

[Zoe Mackay]

Temple, Arizona

This town’s famous for two things: hooch and Sam. Sam’s the greatest gunfighter ever; no bullet could touch him. Folks would come miles to take a shot, unsure if they hoped to hit or miss. They always missed, and he’d tap his queue of black hair. “The magic’s here,” he’d say.

His girl Lilah got jealous, snuck into his room and cut it off. The next bullet dropped him dead.

Now we've only got whisky.

 

[Parson]

Saved by a Wild Hair​

The election of the new sheriff raged. Then Donald Grump projected himself into the fight. He was formidable only because no one had seen him coming. Yet the sword of his tongue cut everyone down. Mexican Pete and Ms Hillary were slashed. All looked lost. The Grump would be the sheriff. Then the cyclops box turned its unblinking eye on Grump’s hair. Clearly he was too ugly to be sheriff. He lost by a hair.

 

[Bob Senior]

Business Is Business


Miss Kitty and the gals came to Deadwood to do business.
They bought the saloon, livery stable and the mattress factory.
They advertised.

"WHISKEY 2 BITS"
"HORSES STABLED & FED 6 BITS"
"WE BUY HORSE HAR 4 BITS THE BUSHEL"

Cowboys drank, went broke, then shaved their horses & sold the hair.

Come winter the horses froze solid.
So Kitty opened the first burger joint.

"BURGERS 15 CENTS"
"100% REAL MEAT"
"DRIVE THRU SERVICE"

 

[Grimward]

Hairvoyant

"Good morning Starshine", Clay Aude tipped his hat to Sheila, sauntering into the Broken Arrow saloon.
"I'm off to New York, unless that Custer fellow comes a-callin'...".

"Now you know I don't hold with war-mongering", said Sheila, stealing a covetous glance at
the wanted poster of Berger on the wall. "If you go to New York, who knows? They just might write an old-fashioned melody,
or even a play about you."

 

[Kerrybuchanan]

Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow


They call me The Barber.

Gave Billy a close shave with my long gun and put a side-parting in his hair. Reckon he owes me – no injuns'll want his scalp now.

He don't see it that way.

Sun beating down. Street's empty -- folks smell trouble, and I'm a sitting duck.

Face in the dirt. Burning pain. Billy's is a lousy shot; always was.

Blood seeping into sand. Clumps of grey.

Shadows closing in.

Darkness.

 

[Bowler1]

Full Moon Arising

Come full moon everyone gets tetchy.

Trigger fingers get itchy.

Folks keep an eye out for hairy strangers.

Watch their neighbours too.

No-one is safe.

Those shape shifters scare the livestock… scare me too.

The price of silver has done shot up, and that don’t help none.

Government say them critters are wildlife.

They all protected!

I got my own protection, right here, know what I mean?

Them werewolf won’t get me… not alive anyway.

 

[Lex E. Darion]

One Step at a Time
Tumbleweed rolled. His quarry appeared.
“Hey! You’re that there Trage, ain’t ya? Fastest gun in’t West.”
“What’s it to ya?” Blond hair whipped round, hand smoothed back into place.
“I’m Aitch. How d’ya do it? Rub both sides ya head and shoot before they’ve even gone got their guns outta its holster?”
“It’s all in the beat. 5-6-7-8”
“Yeah? Well, beat this!”
Caught unawares, the shot rang true.
His tombstone read, Trage R Dee.

 

[Perpetual Man]

Gunfight at the Chronicles Corral, OK?

They faced off at High Noon.

Eyes narrowed.

Fingers twitched.

Bowler drew his RAYGUN.

The Dark Lord went for his wand.

ZAPPP!!!

“It were justice,” said the Judge.

The undertaker gleefully rubbed his hands. The parson prayed as the victor galloped into the sunset on the back of a dusty, striped palomino.

Only a smoking clump of hair remained, like a chargrilled rat(sy).

“Just like that, gone,” commented Victoria.

“Hair today, gone tomorrow,” Ursa agreed.

 

[willwallace]

Tonic



It started at Jeb’s place.

He came inta town, complainin’ some “brown weed” was chokin’ his grass.

If ya cut or burn it, it grew right back.

We laughed then, but by week’s end, it was in every ranch in the county.

Doc Carter used his mikerscope, and said it looked like hair, just bigger.







It begun turning grey yesterday. Mebbe, if we wait, it’ll start fallin’ out.







It didn’t.

 

[HazelRah]

Second Seal of the West


“It were tha’ damn plague...” Billy Nag leant on the barrel of his shot gun and glared at his rotting crops. “Gotta do somethin’, we hardly got nothing left, an’ a hungry man makes an angry heart.”

Billy jumped.

A striking, crimson horse appeared in front of him, tail and mane billowing like licks of fire.

“Fear not, I am but one of four.” The rider grinned, “Ah, I see you've already met Pestilence.”

 

[Phyrebrat]

Cultural Appropriation

Jeremiah sat atop the mesa overlooking the armistice town.

Pyres and dust devils combined, obscuring the settlement. Satisfied at his handiwork, the peace broken, he sucked at his teeth and spat out a miniature tumbleweed of jet hair.

One thing those cherry-skin heathens were good for was their practice of scalping. His personal version of it was better.

'For what I am about to receive...'

He chewed off another bite from the Chief's scalp.