April 2016 75-word Writing Challenge -- VICTORY TO MOSAIX!

[SilentRoamer]

The Void Knocks

Tap, tap.

Again the tapping but louder now, more insistent. Nothing could be Outside? I moved closer and tiptoed upwards to the airlock, pulse quickening and breath slowing as it frosted against the glass above, suddenly cold. I shivered, subconsciously knowing something wasn’t right, that the temperature sholud be regulated.

Tap, tap, tap.

Again! The damned tapping! Stretching higher I peered out of the airlock and then I finally saw it peering in.

 

[J5V]

Fulfilment

2nd February, 2055.

The entrance to the office building failed to open for me. I guess everyone finds out somehow.

At the Gene Hospital, many doors slammed shut as I read the cold diagnosis, “DEFECTIVE MARKER: K553G”. One of the worst.

I’d done nothing wrong, and I couldn’t correct it.

Society had accused me of being potentially mentally unstable, unfit to work, likely to die young: an uninsurable liability.

Some prophecies are self-fulfilling.

 

[Bob Senior]

PARTY ANIMALS


CHARLIE STOP!
What?
That club we just passed has a short line, let's go.
Okay.
Get in line Charlie, I'll be right there, my seat belt's stuck.

Are we getting in?
No go, guess we're too wasted.
We'll hafta go somewhere else.
Okay.

Where's our car?
Beats me.

Hey!, check that wreck, there's two dead guys in there!
They're toast.

Hey, those dead guys are us!
That's messed up man.

Guess we'll hafta walk.

 

[TheDustyZebra]

The Life of Riley Crusoe


“I’ll do anything. I’m stuck on this planet until I can fix my ship.”

.....“There’s a job, but it’s filthy, abhorrent. Wrong.”

.“Does it pay?”

.....“It pays enormously. But our people won’t do it.”

“I’ll do it.”

.....“We’d be grateful. We’re running out of … material.”

“Sounds dangerous. Is it mining? Diving? Where do I start?”

.....“Here is paper, and a pen.”

“I don’t understand.”

.....“We need you to… write stories.”

“Fiction?”

.....(shudders deliciously) “Yes, lies.”

 

[Ursa major]

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Rank Outsiders​

The odds seem stacked against us. We use good disguises, but something unlikely happens and spoils everything.

Take that time we materialised on a ship adrift in the Doldrums. Our disguises were perfect, with wigs and hats hiding our horns. But a strong gust of wind…? Disaster!

But this time, we’re onto a winner. In a sanctuary for the blind, no-one can see us, so—

“Where’s that horrible smell of sulphur coming from…?”

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[The Judge]

Even if the Legend Never Becomes Fact, Print the Legend



Desperate to leave the stifling darkness of the tunnels, she – fish-belly white, atrophied eyes, sensing whiskers – crawled up to the surface.

Desperate to leave the dizzying brightness of the stilt city, he – ebony black, hairless, poor senses save sight – climbed down to the ground.

Legend has it these outsiders founded our glorious Kingdom.

The other tunnellers and stilt-dwellers?

Legend is silent as to how we incomers – bewhiskered, far-sighted, dun-coloured – exterminated them.

 

[ratsy]

On the Wall

They walk through the room dozens of times a day, never knowing I see them.

She stops and checks for wrinkles; he straightens his tie. I watch it all from beyond the mirror.

She is followed by a strange man with no shadow. She can’t see him.

I do.

Her shrieks carry through the hall to me.

He comes home. A yell from the bedroom. A thump.

The strange man leaves.

I reflect.

 

[Mad Alice]

Home, The Wanderer


Ice of true death shrouded the shattered man cities, entombing Death and I, dicing for man's dead.
Stormcloud veiled, the moon's once lost bride kissed its face, twin moons shattering in a blaze of moonlight outstripping the dim Wyrm eaten sun.
I grinned, winning my bet. The path was open.
Won free, corpses rode the moonbow away.
My dead children sung me away from this ending dream of man. "Odin, Allfather! Come home!"

 

[Ajid]

Parasites Lost



What is a life worth now?

They came with technology and knowledge.

They brought us their civilisation and we took it as a gift.

They killed our gods with facts, replaced our stories with “recorded history”.

So many will think this is wrong but they have devalued thought.

One day my descendants will view these humans, as they are, thieves of innocence.

I set the charges on their ship. They taught me to well.

 

[Ursa major]

Voting is open at the link below:

POLL -- APRIL 2016 75-Word Challenge -- READ FIRST POST!

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This month, you get THREE votes, but these must be cast at the same time!

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