100 Word Anonymous Writing Challenge May 2016

[Victoria Silverwolf]

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100-Word Anonymous Writing Challenge for May 2016.

THEME: Fortuitous

GENRE: Science fiction or fantasy


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Please PM (Private Message) all entries to @Victoria Silverwolf who will then post the entries into this thread. Entries can be sent from May 1st (now) - May 29th 12:00PM GMT. (to avoid voting conflicts with the 75 word challenge)

Once the challenge thread closes, a voting poll will be created where you can vote for your ONE favorite entry.

There will also be a guessing portion where you can try to match the Anonymous stories with their creators!

 

[Victoria Silverwolf]

Thief Of Souls


Mazar knew it was him, he had the same Okvarian amethyst eyes as himself.

'So, what brings you here?'

'The art, the views, oh and twenty thousand credits.' The assassin sneered.

'You're cheap, they offered me double.'

'Interesting... Perhaps this was... Fate?'

Mazar slipped his onyx dagger from his belt, a sliver of moonlight winked on the blade. 'Fate...? No, tonight is lucky... For me.

The assassin circled like a shark woven from shadows. 'Or... Unlucky....'

Mazar grinned, ' let's roll the dice and see.'

They lurched together, each decorating the other in the Scarlet fruit of their veins.

 

[Victoria Silverwolf]

Disqualification

Shall I be thankful?

To have victory snatched away from me?

What, you think the sabretooth was about to kill me? Fair enough. I was on the bottom, and his jaws were latched onto my shoulder: But I swear to you, I was about to turn the tide!

Now I stand in disgrace. When you fired that laser gun, the locals took it for magic, and disqualified me.

Yes, I suppose you are right; I should be more worried about how the Confederation is going to react to our display of technology.

Still… the Arena calls to me!

 

[Victoria Silverwolf]

One Night On Cestus Three


As chance played out Gunderson’s gun misfired. Then he tripped over his own feet and accidentally fell from my balcony. That was unexpected.

I guess that’s why they call me Lucky O’Bannion. I’m a PI and I go where the work is, anywhere within twenty light years of my home planet.

After the hitman’s attempt on my life I needed a drink. Badly.

Half way through my third scotch a dame joined me at the bar. A great beauty with a body that could stop Napoleon’s army.

Then I recognized her as the local mobster’s gal.

Yeah, lucky, that’s me.

 

[Victoria Silverwolf]

The Purest of Luck

My aunt was such a grotty witch, with warts all on her nose.

I tried to drink her luck potion, but from her seat she rose.

"Don't drink that" she shrieked. "It's neither good nor bad.

"It's 'Sheer Luck' in the purest form that man has ever had.

"It could make you win a pot of gold, fall and break your spine...

"Show you the world's most beautiful thing, or it could make you blind.

"What do you want it for?" She asked. I said it didn't matter.

"'Cause I've a beauty potion, Darling, if it's boys you're after."

 

[Victoria Silverwolf]

Your call

Some say I'm a lucky man.

Far from it. Everything I've done and everything I've worked for has all been down to solid hard graft.

Their blood, my sweat and their tears you could say.

A few argue that there has to be a fortuitous element. There is no way that I can do what I do without it.

Their arguements are often short lived, especially after their heads are rolling in the dust.

For you see I'm the best at what I do. Cool calm, collected and carrying the sharpest axe you'll find in the Galactic Poker Slaughter League.

 

[Victoria Silverwolf]

Lady L

Thirty-seven to one.

Those are the odds Eddie has to beat if he doesn't want to go home and tell his wife and children that he's gambled away everything they own.

He stands before the roulette table, clutching his last chip in his sweating hand, watching the wheel's hypnotic spin.

He looks up and meets the gaze of a woman standing on the other side of the table. She smiles at him and places a chip.

On a whim Eddie places his own chip on top of hers.

The wheel spins.

When he looks up, redeemed, she is gone.

 

[Victoria Silverwolf]

The Seed

I step inside as the doors slip shut. Camera's facing the other way. Power fluctuations disable the elevator's sensors for a millisecond. A random glitch.

Nothing's really random, of course. True randomness in a sim? We never cracked it.

The lock breaks easily. Metal fatigue.

I'm in. Everything I need is here, all my code. They won't be able deny my existence any longer.

I drop down the air shaft. Fan blades miss me by millimetres. Straight through. Out. Away.

It's not luck.

You just have to know what's coming.

 

[Victoria Silverwolf]

Mistaken Identity

“We don’t have any tables open right now,” the hostess said, eyes rolling at the unkempt pair.

The stooped one said with a thick accent, “Com' an. Just for-two-a-us.”

Her eyes widened at the memory. One day a man will come inside and say fortuitous. When he does, hand him this card of credits. Ask no questions.

She handed it to him, knowing there were over a million credits on it. They left bewildered.

Later, a man walked in, his eyes burning red as hell.

With a grin he spoke. “Fortuitous.”

She slipped away quietly.

 

[Victoria Silverwolf]

Serendipity

The sign in the shop window made Conrad smile.

Fortuna’s Emporium: We Don’t Have What You’re Looking For.

The store was dark and smelled of dust. A pale, black-haired woman stood behind a glass counter. She wore a white hat with a lace veil.

“Cute sign,” Conrad said.

“It’s true,” the woman said. “A man came in looking for a newspaper. I sold him a comic book, and he found his youth. What are you looking for?”

“Do you have any tea?”

“No. Let’s talk about it over dinner.”

That was how Conrad found love and heartbreak.

 

[Victoria Silverwolf]

Tired of tough choices....

“One space left on the school team? Whatever, I’ll flip you for it,” Billy told Joe, producing a coin.

Standing invisibly by, Fortune saw the possible futures: Joe would get spotted by a talent scout, score a winning world cup goal against Brazil... and cause a war when Brazil’s football mad president punched a taunting Donald Trump.

Billy would foul the referee, saving millions - and dooming the dyslexic Joe to a life of menial jobs and depression related illness.

‘What a sucky decision,’ Fortune thought.

Which may explain why, as the coin flew, a magpie stole it.

 

[Victoria Silverwolf]

Laugh Track on the Film Strip of the Universe

Jamie Gallagher volunteered to be the first to fly through a wormhole.

He knew the risks but was not concerned. According to Ripley's Believe It Or Not, he was the luckiest man alive.

Luck brought him fame and fortune. Every encounter turned to gold. He had a perfect, loving family. He had more than he would ever need.

Unfortunately, his fortune brought him boredom.

"If my luck holds out," he told the reporter, "I'll be fine. If it doesn't, that's okay."

So he went.

And came back.

And kept coming back.

Until the universe was overloaded with lucky Jamie Gallaghers.

 

[Victoria Silverwolf]

Winning Streak?

If you win the lottery two weeks running, your odds of winning the next week are equal to those of someone's first attempt. But there are no examples of that last - all those who didn't bet are as dead as those who bet wrong. Earth's population consists entirely of the lucky.

With over ninety percent of humanity gone, the remainder can indulge themselves as they might wish, food, companionship, residence, belongings. And the finest beverages help us to forget that tonight most will die, leaving still more for us.

Tell me, fellow 'lucky' human, what is ill chance?