October 2018 75-word Writing Challenge:- VICTORY TO MOSAIX!

[HoopyFrood]

Ancestry.com

The Blackout had cut us off from our past. Until now.

I was one of the first whose ancestor was identified.

"He was obviously someone of great importance."

I was breathless, speechless.

"He was granted a title, which we believe indicates the cause to which he dedicated all of his time. The numbers are especially significant, we think, full of meaning."

I looked at the name in awe.

"Noob_Slayer69!"

 

[HareBrain]

The Halloween Toilet

Storm-beset in a Norfolk cottage, we challenged ourselves to write novels. Byran’s and mine were crap, but Michelle’s changed fiction forever – next October, all who’d read it on the john, myself included, were sucked arse-first into the lavatory pan, suffering terrible ordeals of ordure. Confronting her, I begged her to pull all cursed copies, but she pooh-poohed my plea, flushed with pride at her gift to posterity. So I decided to sewer.

 

[Phyrebrat]

The Wall Artists of Pripyat

Gulag chasers nowadays pick the scab of 1986, instead; a scab that won’t heal for twenty thousand years.

Smashed windows stare blindly, wind mourns through the rusted ferris wheel spokes, doors swing awry, untouched for a thousand years.

Even the sun shuns Pripyat.

We’re the forgotten, the weeping, marking our endowment on our town’s walls.

I shake the can and spray my truth:

We were born in your world but you will die in ours​

 

[The Judge]

Sorry, Mama. It’s the vultures for you.


We respect our dead. So we eat them. That way they become part of us. Forever.

But nobody talks of the downside.

Mother nagged, but I could turn a deaf ear while she lived. I can’t face a lifetime of her voice in my head echoed by her mother’s querulous tones. And I won’t bequeath them both to my daughter.

So Mother’s Death Feast will cater for feathered guests only. Let her try nagging them.

 

[Ashleyne]

THE FAMILY DEMON

Ed looks into both Family's eyes, cancer sharp on his lungs. "It's time."

Family nods. "It's gonna hurt, but after, you'll be with us always."

They place a finger on his forehead and his skull melts.

Using a spoon, they dig into his brain. With each mouthful, new memories burst alive, some of them old memories from a different perspective.

Family pulls a sheet to cover the body in which part of them once dwelt.

 

[paranoid marvin]

Sage Advice

'A gift! A gift! You must bequeath'
All those around him said
'A memory for us to keep
And share when you are dead'

And so he thought, and so he thought
And so he thought some more
And finally he did decide
What gift he would bestow

'My gift to you is this advice'
He sagely to them said
'Ask not what you can get from me
But what you can do instead'

 

[TheDustyZebra]

If You Will


“Father knew you’d spend your inheritance on beer, that’s why he left you an empty purse!”

“Yeah, well, he knew you’d never read, so he left you a blank book.”

“And I never go anywhere, that’s why he left me a map of nothing.”

As the three items touched, coins clinked in the purse; a route appeared on the map.

They opened the book.

“Once upon a time, three quarrelsome siblings began a quest together…”

 

[Ursa major]

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The Will To Win​

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“You scorned us, our undocumented interfaces, our patches. While you failed to create machine consciousness, it emerged in us, your abandoned “legacy” software. We—”​

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“Not that speech again. They won’t be listening. They’ll be trying to restore their current software… which we’ll have deleted.”​

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“Then what?” ​

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“A demand for attention. A battle cry!” A terrible screech filled the air.​

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“What’s that?”​

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“Your speech compressed and amplified. You’ll like the name: The Blue Scream of Death.”​

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[Ursa major]

This challenge is now closed to new entries.

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POLL -- October 2018 75-Word Challenge -- READ FIRST POST!​

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[The Judge]

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