OCTOBER 2017 -- 75 Word Writing Challenge -- VICTORY to TERESA!

[nixie]

Unseen​

I had to flee the mess I created. A ship was hired, the crew would be discreet, no one would know my destination.
I boarded in the dead of night, not a soul insight.
Now a week into the voyage, I am alone, the silence is eerie,my needs are met, food is served , the ship sails smoothly, all chores complete but by whom I do not know.

 

[Ursa major]

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Oh, I Did Like To Be Beside…​

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My yacht flies onwards, often exceeding 100 knots, driven by a persistent easterly gale.

Wind-born toxic dust assails the craft. If it penetrates my environment suit, I don’t care. My final journey is almost over: I see the monument up ahead.


I stand on the sand that stretches to the horizon in every direction, before reading the message inscribed on the monument in a thousand languages:
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Aral: The First of Many Seacides.​

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[The Judge]

Her Body a Living Sacrifice


The island was doomed, so she made them build a ship.

Her spine became its keel, her ribs, staves, her skull, cabins. Sails they made from her flayed skin, ropes from her hair, masts from bone. Her blood sealed flesh-caulked seams between sinew planks.


Safe she kept them as they sailed the perilous oceans.

Safe she brought them to the promised land.


What’s the point of a god, if she doesn’t save her people?

 

[ratsy]

The Sword

The sword was dangerous.

Kata just wanted to be rid of the thing. It held too much power.

The sword called to her constantly.

Days into the journey, the clerics bound it in a sack, tying a massive stone to the bag.

Kata didn’t even notice she’d stabbed the cleric.

Then the sword was in her hand, swinging through the other man.

Kata stood alone on the blood-slicked deck, heading back for shore.

 

[Phyrebrat]

Never the Twain

Carl’s research vessel unzipped the florid Sea of Consciousness like a slash on a Monet.
‘This’d better work, Sigmund,’ he said.
Bruised clouds of malcontent, guilt and greed boiled over an eternal horizon, heralding the coming of an immovable mass and irresistible force.
‘Scanning…’ Jung said, ‘Two colossal bodies; Id port, Ego starboard.’
‘Load mediation ordnance,’ Freud said.
‘Mediation? This is a weapons test!’
‘Fire!’
The storm dispersed and the RV Superego sailed home.

 

[holland]

Voyager der Mondes

Tens of thousands cheered by the Thames as the lights of the final gate came on and the Voyager der Mondes started its engines.

The five thousand lucky passengers aboard recorded every moment of it on their holo cams.

Hundreds of rivers, seas and oceans had their gates open and ready.

Thirteen worlds and all their inhabitants watched the live stream of the event.

One ship embarked on the greatest voyage ever.

 

[Mad Alice]

So You Want To Be A Viking?

Haraldr dug out from under burnt oak planking and tatters of bullhide, still smoldering from the Sea Serpent's roasting the dragonboat, devouring the crew.
Leaving one skinny Skald mad enough to think of going aviking.
Hoarse cries surrounded him. Seabirds?
A skeletal female in armour appeared.
Haraldr screamed.
"No others? We must collect the dead"
"Serpent-lost!" Haraldr stammered, crawling away from her advance, "Im not dead!"
The Valkyrie grabbed him. "You are now."

 

[Ursa major]

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[The Judge]

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