AUGUST 2021 75 Word Writing Challenge -- VICTORY TO MOSAIX!

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Why the professor rejected her thesis


‘Professor, why did you reject my thesis?’

‘Because, Ursa, no-one believes in that astrology crap!’

‘But sir… Every advanced alien race accepts some form of universal astrology. I back-checked thousands of lives using galaxial natal charts, proving—’

‘I know what’s in your goddamn paper! You claim everyone earthborn at equinox, during Andromeda’s retrograde, will have a life span of 5!? It’s NONSENSE!!!’

Ursa’s eyes flicked to the baby photo on the professor’s desk; realization dawned.
 

Hell for Leather

Once, the twins were mere foot soldiers. Stumbling upon the cave where a demon’s stolen sceptre had been hidden changed everything.
Only together could they wield its power. It made them almost invincible… but drew the demon’s attention.
“You dared use my sceptre?” The demon smiled. “For finding it, I’ll grant you the fame you deserve.”
The demon transformed them into living boots. “On my feet, you’ll be leg ends in your own long lifetimes.”
 
When the [Medieval] Legend Becomes [Time Travel] Fact ...
2390 – a HistTrav Capsule:
“Don’t, Robyn! Sharif will go apesh*t if you breach the protocols.”​
“Much I care! I’m saving those poor villagers, Will. Grab the scarlet Blend-In gear, tuck bows in, and you, John and Marion hood up and help.”​
1190 – a forest in the English Midlands:​
“Them strange folks as helped us, bard, didst understand a’ they said?”​
“Nay. But I’ll sure make some canny tales out of a’ they did.”​
 
Falgrim the Fabler

It is said that he was the greatest storyteller ever, his choice of words spun webs of wonder; his tone was hypnotically modulated; the inflection placed on key words brought tales to life. An artist whose pallet was language and sound.

From one end of the land to the other, his footfalls leaving steps of wonder.

And yet, somehow, over the passage of centuries he stepped beyond the stories he told, became a legend himself.
 
Memories of Childhood Myth


Kita point blank refused. "We can't go down there. That's where the ghosts live."

"Ghosts ain't real. And if they are, I ain't afraid."

"Alis, please. We'll get lost"

We couldn't get lost. We were on our ship, the one we were born in. But I was kind of afraid, just a bit. Until I saw the Ghosts.

**​

I know they're plasma trails now, pushing us across the galaxy. But I still love watching them.
 
Trojan

Poets once sung of a war that was fought and then lost when the victors
gladly accepted a gift that was painted to punish their hubris.
Sing me the names of those heroes and villains their fame lingers on. Their
names have been stolen, redrawn and re-spoken reused as new concepts.
Words can inherit new context through stories, the truth softly hidden,
carried on zephyrs o’er mountains and bridges then seeded by muses.​
 
You Are What You Eat


“You are what you eat, you fat pig!” Yelled a bully.

Brock’s appetite for sausages vanished, but the words never left him.


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Townsfolk formed a circle round the bloodied legend.

“WHO DARES ENTER NEXT?”

“I will,” says Brock.

Laughs relay amongst the crowd.

Brock approaches the legend and sits down.

“Stop clowning around fat man!”

Brock bites a chunk of flesh from the legends leg, as he falls Brock eats into his neck.

Celebrations erupt.
 
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