March 2019: 75 Word Writing Challenge

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To Love or Be Loved


He held her close; a lazy Sunday morning. Her golden skin felt warm against his weakening body. He was running out of time, she had to do it soon. He squeezed her tighter, his heart already aching.

She lifted her face and whispered, “I love...”

“-I know.” He kissed her quickly, as her body fell limp.

She was gone.

He stared at her sadly, while her life replenished his... for a few months at least.
 
Caelestis Scopuli


Out of the stultifying blackness, the mind-numbing sameness of space, comes a flash of colors.

Another.

Another. A roiling rainbow aurora, surprise where there should be stars.

I turn the ship.

Alluring beauty sings to my soul. This, then, is our true destination, our purpose in traveling the universe.

Closer we come, closer. Faster, it says, faster.

Kaleidoscopic, it beckons, opens welcomingly as we enter into our destiny, our souls committed to its...

Teeth?
 

Pod People Rule, OK

“I won’t eat it!” The little boy crossed his arms. “I won’t!”
“You have to, Mungo. Otherwise you’ll go hungry.”
“Good!”
“You should be grateful, Mungo. Ordinary people have to eat less healthy foods: cabbage and sprouts. And turnips.”
“Their houses don’t smell like ours… and they don’t make rude noises all the time.”
“Be proud to trumpet your special place in society, Mungo. Be proud you’re a member of the Royal Family, the Hasbeans.”
 
Despair is its own kind of calm

Beating. Thumping. Pulsing. Throbbing. We are but slaves to the twitching of the valve in your neck, seducing as it dances to the rhythm of your heart. It calls to us, an unscratchable itch that forces our unspeakable acts. You know of us, I'm sure. In fiction we are romanticized, justified, rationalised, legitimised - but the sad truth is simply this. We are junkies for the liquor that kicks your ticker. And I. Need. My fix.
 
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