JUNE 2020 75-Word Story -- VICTORY TO VICTORIA SILVERWOLF!

[Luiglin]

Rambling summer days

High pasture grass, watered by morning dew, fed by the afternoon sun; a bed better than any goose down stuffed mattress.

Hydie lived for these hazy summer days of pristine snow tipped mountains, gentle breezes, bird songs, buzzing of bees and the tinkling of bells from Pieter’s goats.

Leaping up, a song of joy welled… silenced by a troll’s club.

“Thank you, Norman. Such mawkish behaviour so ruins an afternoon stroll,” mused the Dark Lord.

 

[Marvin]

At last.

Viability ship ‘Last Rites’ made low orbit around Goldilocks0042

The shuttle crested the rise, straight away something was wrong!
Below lay the valley. A lush carpet of meadows, woodlands and crystal clear streams. Countless fields of flourishing crops.
Alpha settlement sat discreetly, immaculately, within this paradise.

“So. Deadly animals?”
“No.”
“Man eating fauna?”
“None.”
“Devastating diseases? Killer space spores? Rogue AI? Homicidal officials? Criminal stowaways?”
“Nope.”
“No problems? At all? This is all very unusual!”

 

[CarBear]

Divine Decay

The over-flowering pasture softened the hillside. Sun’s warmth only sweetened the clovers’ constitution. This scent enlivened Decay, ending her self-indulgent brooding. She moved with it, dancing in depravity with the summer nymphs.

Her dance inspired song amongst the nymphs so that even the buttercups were lured from sweet bounty of pasture to lustful frenzy of Decay.

The field held no qualms, aloof as its clover was next ravaged in lurid glory of Her.

 

[Avelino de Castro]

Lamb Becomes the Tiger, inspired by William Blake

Let the lamb, the shepherd seek,

Take the master in his teeth,

Shake the shepherd to his death,

Until there is no master left.



Now the lamb will break the spell,

And illustrate the shape of hell,

Walk the winding left hand path,

Where the sirens let him pass,

Around the world before sunrise,

The lamb is finally alive.

 

[chrispenycate]

Non Pastorised​

It wasn't unusual for an entire terraforming crew to be one religion - often world mother, rarely atheists. Science and faith lived well together.

A Gaian dream, pioneer existence like the westerns. Everything green, even oceans choked with algae. Herbivores were installed to lower oxygen levels, discipline vegetation. Predators later; for now human predation brought balance.

Not just domesticated herbivores, but herds of wildebeests, llamas, bison, antelopes, and, surprisingly, a single, glittering unicorn.

 

[Starbeast]

Eyes of the Shaman​

North America 1020 - Summer

"H'inhanni waste', means, good morning. I don't mean that the day is nice, I mean that everything is in it's place. The land, plants and animals are all where they should be. So that is why I say, it is a good morning. Study nature, and grow wise."

"Grandfather! I see.....forest spirits. I can even hear the rocks singing. They're praising God."

Smiling, "You are more, then a medicine woman."

 

[Ian Fortytwo]

Feeding the Sheep.

"Tom, have you fed the sheep," shouted Millie, "you know we've got to fatten them up."

"I'm just mixing the feed now," said Tom.

There were twelve sheep, and this would be the last feed before they would be ready for the short journey.

Soon they were well fed, and they were headed for their final destination.

Waiting patiently was a purple dragon, her monthly sacrifice was coming.

 

[Richard-Allen]

I looked above as I heard the sound of huge flapping wings high over head.
I had just brought in my sheep from the feild.
I saw a large bird flying over head, its wings were seventy feet across. It dove towards me.]
I grit my teeth, prepared to fight it. from its huge talons fell an object that looked like a medalion.
I drew it up. Looked at it.
It said, Peace.

 

[Parson]

“The birds and the bees”​

B’nai watched the ship zip upward and smiled.

“Will they return to our agricultural planet?" Ch’enin, his aide, asked.

“Definitely, and with more questioners. They think we are strong, primitive, and untamed.”

“And they will continue paying for stories about us?”

“Handsomely.” B’nai displayed silver balls worth five fertile fields.

“What’s worth that price?” Ch’enin gasped.

B’nai grinned wickedly, “I made up some pre-mating rituals and my questioner breathed loudly and started fanning herself.”

 

[Fogged_Creation]

Earthworm Valley​

Alike a fencing foil, shining under moonlight spoiled an oil, the wiggle roiled on cold night soil.
It ever dreamed of flight for sky
it ever dreamed of eyes for sight
never it dreamt for tunnels of glow.

Sudden in surprise, the worm rose, wings flapping, feathers rising, greeted in a swoop, it saw its coop
"Thank you." uttered the brood of tunnel gobbles
how so wry this peace was taken, mistaken, and unawakened.

 

[sule]

The Llanwelly Case

“Alright, detective. What’s your lead on our missing person?”

“These claw marks, sir.”

“You think after the wolf killed these sheep, he kidnapped the shepherd?”

“These aren’t wolf marks; they’re more uneven. Here’s my theory.”

“Not again.”

“Remember last night’s full moon?”

“How’s a full moon explain dead sheep and a missing person?”

“Because the claw marks belong to our missing person. We’re dealing with—"

“Don’t say it.”

“—a werewolf in shepherd’s clothing.”

 

[Vince W]

Grass Wars

Scanning the horizon, clouds sailing softly, Amanda couldn’t help thinking that this was such a beautiful planet; or it could have been. After six years of bloody war she was sick of the fear, the fighting and this planet. She had only wanted to raise sheep.

“Go, go, go!” came the signal.

Leaping over the ridge Amanda charged into the fray, combat mower buzzing deadly. Huge waves of viciously sentient grass rose to meet her.

 

[Bren G]

Out of Eden

A gentle breeze swept down from a cloudless sky, wrapped him in a warm blanket and lifted him up. Like a butterfly in a wildflower garden, he floated amongst the once-grand maples, purposeful and frantic.

“Who did this?” he asked.

The noble trees, all charred trunks and stumped limbs, leaned in to him like blossoms in the breeze.

Their whispers, as delicate as gossamer threads, told of the genocide.

“Why Prometheus… you did.”

 

[paranoid marvin]

Unnatural


"All hail to thee!" the old hags cawed
Their forms concealed in dread
A lord, a king they did proclaim
A crown upon my head

What monstrous deeds, what wicked plans
My murd'rous heart conceived
That left me with a sleepless mind
And made my conscience bleed

'Til Nature did Herself abhor
My reign and did conspire
To send a force against my throne
And quench my bloody fire

 

[elvet]

The Cat Whisperer

It had been a good haul, about forty rats found in this part of town. Looking around, I could see a few of my crew catching up. They were a ragtag bunch of felines, but they got the job done, no chemicals needed. Word traveled fast, and we were booked up solid.

Everyone wants to know how I control them. They all think it's in the training. They're wrong.
The secret's in the herding.

 

[Perpetual Man]

Unforgotten

The first colonist, as much part of the village as the buildings, bio-corn fields and gen-mod livestock. He had come as a young man, married in the prefab church, had farmed, built, raised kids, grandkids. Like parochial life on old Earth, everyone knew him - he knew everyone.

But then... insidious, inevitable, incurable. Dementia ate his mind, eroded his personality.

To those he knew it was tragic, to him even the familiar was strange.

 

[scarpelius]

The taste of a golden age

"Whadido?" asked the slender big eyed man looking at the maize.
"Those are the conflays, Joe."
"No, they arn't... chout the leevz bebz, be bleeding."
"Jiba jaba Joe, grab some more."
...
"Nuff conflays bebz, jump in the tardis."
When Shaun wake up in the morning, a beautiful pattern of lines and circles had emerged in his corn field. In the distance the fading shimmer of a sophisticated city covered the horizon for a second.

 

[Maya13]

City Dream

The green pasture was bathed in sunlight. Somewhere in the distance, children were laughing and playing with the sheep dog. The bucks’ bells clinked sweetly.
The girl in a pink dress plucked the harp strings, struggling with a tune.
Suddenly, the sky darkened. From nowhere, myriads of black tentacles raised ominously around the flock of sheep and started to pick them, one by one.
The girl screamed:
“Come on, Ben, it’s my VR! Get out!”

 

[David Evil Overlord]

Death By Chocolate

There were chocolate rabbits. Perfectly normal. Except it wasn't Easter.
And the chocolate rabbits were hopping about their fenced field, something chocolate doesn't often do.
"This is nothing," he told the paleontologists. "You should see what we've gene-spliced in your field."
A thunderous roar caused considerable consternation. And several chocolate eggs.
Heavy footfalls shook the ground.
"Oops, I think the Cacaosaurus Rex is loose again."

 

[Peter V]

Maintaining the Status Crow

“I’m wasted on this.”

“Reckon?” Ellie admired the straight line of the seed trench and returned to her hoeing.

“I could do that for you. In half the time.”

Ellie looked at the scarecrow. “What, an’ me scare the birdies?” She shook her head dismissively and turned over another sod. “Thinkin’ quo’s fine.”

RZ2213 gave its best android glare and cursed silently, not for the first time, that programming prevented it from harming the farmer.