OCTOBER 2020 75-Word Writing Challenge -- VICTORY TO DANNY MCG!

[jackwin]

Anta da Chaka a Chuka
Awa o Owo s Oway
Translation:
The Birth of Autumn and Winter
Brother and Sister of Sorrow

When Earth was young, leaves never fell from Trees
their Trunks never stopped reaching for the heavens
Their birthright was to climb right into space
bringing air with them.

Then the two-leggers came chopping
for houses, factories, firewood.

The survivors witnessed the butchery and lost heart
Leaves falling.

The Sky, Oceans, Mother Earth herself joined the Mourning
Crying, growing frigid, Wailing moaning winds.
Even the Sun lengthened his circling.

The end began.

 

[Hopcyn Miller]

Cold Call

“Fear and rage!” he gasped, jolting back from the petrified stump as the incoming tide washed our ankles.
“Try again, I have to know...”
Lip quivering, he embraced the cold stone again.
“Hunted, then blinded.” he retched, slumping limply.
I reached forward, pulling his face out of the saltwater, only to be flung backwards with superhuman force, head cracking against another stump.

Raising his head, unseeing red sockets stared balefully as he lurched towards me...

 

[Karn's Return]

In The Passing…​

She let out a pained gasp of breath as she ran, trees filling her vision, but dared not stop. That damned cat following her, never seen, always hunting…

She couldn’t get out. Couldn’t…anymore…

The girl in the hospital bed started seizing intensely. Alarms went off as her heart monitor flat-lined. A card, white rabbit on the cover, fell to the floor, dropping open.

“A very merry un-birthday, to you, Alice. Love, M.H.”

 

[Astro Pen]

Saw no more

The woodman slumbered against the oak, saw out of reach.
A branch grew, inching around him.
"Sometimes we focus all our growth into one branch, it's surprisingly fast." said the tree.
A heavy root emerged from the ground, looping over his knees, pinning them down as tendrils crept inside his boots, piercing his soles and up, through arteries, to his heart and throat...

"Look! a man," laughed the boy, pointing at the bark encrusted shape.

 

[paranoid marvin]

A Grim Fairytale

Look at Goldie run so fast
Through the woods
She broke her fast
By gorging on some ursine oats
Which were not hers
She got the goats
Of junior, mum and grizzled dad
Not only that, she also had
A nap in each of all their beds
But being such a sleepy head
She didn't wake 'til far too late
Now she's for the breakfast plate

 

[MikeAnderson]

Dem's Good Eatins'!

"Y'all city folk just don't pay no mind to no damn signs, do ya?!"

The missing frat boys hung from meat-hooks, while Cleetus took the sharpening stone to his cleaver. Their screams were muffled by duct tape.

"You S.O.B's quit yer damn fidgeting! All that stress ruins the meat!"

Cleetus grinned, then he pondered.

"Only question is; pinot noir, or merlot? Always have a problem pairing the right wine with the right victim!"

 

[GalaxyWolf118]

Bloody Holidays

Holidays were fun for most people, but for Sofia, it was the opposite. Most people throw a party, meet family, and give gifts to one another, but for Sofia, her...her family would hire somebody to kidnap her, and tie her up in the woods. And on one Christmas Eve, she was trying to get out of the ropes, when a bobcat came walking across.... It noticed her, and saw blood.... Too late.

 

[telpereon]

Role Reversal

Running blindly he tries to twist and dodging the sudden appearance of clawing trees and their outstretched branches. Stinging pain flaring along arms and legs as he runs blindly away from the sounds of the Hunt.

Tripping, he falls head first into the mud and slides to a stop.

They circle him and she steps forward. Bending down over him, Frea looks into his good eye and smiles, "Godan..."

The sword flashes, "...My turn."

 

[TheEndIsNigh]

cómo el inglés llegó a hablar español

"Sweet maid. Know thou of any oak?"

"Fain sire, what doth thou suggest?"

"Nothing, I seek oak for my ships to defeat the Spanish."

“Seek elsewhere for this wood is protected."

“Verily! How so?”

“A fearsome animal spirit”

“I fear naught. I have my trusty axe.”

“Thine axe, will protect thee not.”

“Nonsense, girl. You speak of superstition”

The Wolf pounced, tearing out the man’s throat.

“This superstition likes duck,” said the red hooded maid.

 

[Hugh]

My Tree​

When my father died, I didn’t cry. My tree was there for me.

When my stepdad chased me and beat me, I didn’t cry. My tree was there for me.

When kids threw stones at me, I didn’t cry. My tree was there for me.

So, when I heard the news, I dropped everything and rushed there as fast as I could.

I found they’d already cut down my tree. I cried and cried.

 

[Matchu]

Tree of Life

‘Jalle, your joking mans too far!’ he said, Father said this words, ‘stay in cabin until return.’

Father walk away, angry into forest.

‘Lord Spirit Arbororum!’ he cry to treetops, ‘Trade..!’

And axe, he chop sapling. Then He come collects me, kiss me.

‘Go Baby, collect mushroom for twelve brothers.’

I did do it, Daddy.

Root ropes my body. Stuck still, press into leaves for tree life, rain and waiting, waiting then rain as tree.

 

[Moonbat]

Follow the trail​

‘There’s another’ she ran to it. It was already too late. They were going in circles.

Later he remembered her picking up this stone, was it yesterday or the day before? He would pass her corpse again soon.

Please let the eyes be gone.

He looked away from the path, saw the way out, but it hurt so he carried on to the next stone.

Should he lie down to die beside to her?

 

[Peter V]

Ann Arboreal

"She won’t come out alive." The dryad told him.

"She’ll be fine." Kevin dismissed the strange little girl who’d warned Ann not to collect firewood from the forest.

"Nope. I don't fancy your chances. I’d run along mate."

"Who are you anyway? And why dress like that?" Kevin asked, getting annoyed.

“Here she comes. Last chance.”

Ann walked up to him, a wooden expression on her face, drool dripping from a fang filled mouth.

“Hungry!”

 

[Elckerlyc]

A Family Affair

The woods reluctantly relinquished the missing woodcutter, piece by gruesome piece.
While most of him was recovered, his axe remained missing.
Devastated, his son ran blindly into the woods. And failed to return. Nobody dared go look for him, busy blabbing and gawking at the woods from a safe distance.
Meanwhile in the woods, a woman, stared at by her horrified son, realized it was far too late to turn back. She swung the axe.

 

[johnnyjet]

The Diva Amanita

"Come to my dinner table."

The Diva Amanita called to the brave, young woodsman out hunting game and gathering berries and fungi for his own table.

Martin was drawn to her table.

His wife had reminded him, "Avoid the ones with the ring of white gills."

He saw the ring of white around her neck. He tried to resist. He touched her and felt the poison course through his body and soul. Too late.

 

[Provincial]

Autumn

The leaves are dazzling. As they skip and pirouette on the breeze intense sunlight floods through them, silhouetting veins through which their authors have drawn back all the goodness which was poured into them over the long summer.

A solitary dancer, still green, twirls back and forth on its twig. A caterpillar weaves silken rope across it’s surface, drawing the edges together, seeking resurrection under the watchful gaze of a red-eyed vireo.

 

[nixie]

The Braunber's Unexpected Visitor.
​

We moved here to escape the city, to a beautiful woodland cottage.

Food went missing. We didn’t mind at first but then it escalated ; broken furniture, missing trinkets: it needed to stop.

She came from the woods, climbed through the window. I heard destruction, then quiet.

Slowly I entered, crept upstairs. There she was asleep on my son's bed. I raised my axe, her eyes opened, too late; fresh meat tonight.

 

[Parson]

The Parable of Fur​

Fur slid through the door. “Safe! That was too close! Feathers nearly had me that time.”

She knew she shouldn’t have been foraging in her woods at night. But hunger had made her reckless.

Now, both safe and full, Fur drifted off to sleep.

She awoke suddenly. “Was that a scrapping sound?”

“Pituophis?!”

In total panic Fur fled, but vainly. “Too late!!” Her world went white; then black.

Nobody is ever safe; even at home.

 

[scarpelius]

The hell is cold and restless for you

You wake up in a foggy forest, where the light never goes away. You remember a short and savage pain and suddenly you realize you're dead. Tree after tree, shadow after shadow you look for a warm and dry place to rest. You're cold and each time you try to sleep the light burns bright in your brain.

"No rest for the wicked." you remember and then you smile. "At least there is a hell."

 

[jd73]

The Forest at Trollbridge

Snae-Hae should have listened to her instincts. Shrouds of vapour this close to Trollbridge were never going to be just that, not when every tavern bard for days had sung about dismals and phantasmal gases that inhabited these greenwoods, cursing-spirits that one breathed in. No choice now - the only midwives were in town. Daring to inhale only clear gaps of forest air, she unslung her bow, creeping birdlike through spectral firs and thickening mist.