75 WORD CHALLENGE - February 2012 -- TERESA WINS!!!!

[stormcrow]

Why we seldom see fairies…


Young Thomas Rhymer fell desperately, devotedly in love with the fairy Spindleflower, but their love could never be as he was not of her kind , and she could never bring herself to love a human.

“I love her, I love her, I love her! If I can’t have her, nobody will !”

And so, he began to tell lies.

Because, “…every time we tell a lie, some filigreed fairy must lay down and die”.

[nixie]

Man's Best Friend

They dug a hole in the ground, I thought they were hiding their bones. Instead they lowered in the box with my friend. I tried to stop them but they chased me away with yelps and stones. When they finished I lay down and cried. A man came and put me out, locked the gate thinking I couldn’t return, but I couldn’t leave as I knew my friend would come back for me.

[paranoid marvin]

Probing Questions



* * * Final Transmission From Grail Satellite 1 , five billion years from now * * *

If she were me
And I were she
Could we compute together?

Or could it be
That she and me
Weren't meant to be forever?


What seemed to be
Time endlessly
In truth will soon be over

The star you see
That shines on we
Will soon turn supernova

[Aun Doorback]

Brave new world


They jeered as he was dragged forth.

Zosima stood before him. Hammer of the faith.

‘Malleus!’ The crowd roared

The man dropped to his knees. Topless. His jeans, blood soaked and muddied.

Zosima shook his head, before proclaiming.

‘I am his humble servant. Profoundly dedicated. How Plead you?’

‘But I’m the Messiah, returned.'

The Inquisitor kissed him and whispered.

‘The Church does not need you. Your devotion is misplaced. We work for other side now’

[Phoenixthewriter]

Collateral Damage


He took out the ones she didn’t like. Coconut. Pecan. This one had cherry, he left it in. Dark chocolate with lemon? Who eats this stuff?

Vanilla, chucked. Truffle, Peanut, kept. Caramel, tossed.

He left what remained on the stone.

Here lies Margaret Frost
She died a free spirit
Married to a monster

Her parents hated him.

He brushed her name with a finger, shouldered his semi-automatic rifle, and left.

“Happy Valentine’s day, love.”

[Tisiphone]

Transference

I lay at her feet, caressing them, kissing them. Like a lap dog, her every wish was my command. She hardly noticed me these days, her mind elsewhere.

Her eyes sparkled like sapphires when he came into view. Her smile beamed like sunshine rays. Her heart bursting with pride, she held out her arms and he ran into them. She ruffled his blond hair, kissed his forehead, her son.

And I knew I’d been replaced.

[Mr Turtle]

The Death of an Angel

They left the angel bleeding into the ground, his cries going unheard as he passed. As the sun set, the woodland came to life. Many creatures came and surrounded Nisroc, pushing up close to him, keeping him warm in his dying moments. That night, a light could be seen for miles around, encompassing the clearing, shining out over the forest. By morning nothing remained but a small blood stain at the base of the pillar.

[daalex]

Have No Fear, Salvation Draws Nigh

The chant - it is everything. Low and droning, an unearthly humming, like nothing a human being can produce. It is his storm anchor, it fills his mind with the divine name as he clings to its endless invocation.

Outside, blood and chaos, but that is not his to ponder. He can not falter.

Piercing screams drift through the high window - his voice wavers, then surges. Crushing blows to the door. He does not run. Salvation awaits.

[David Evil Overlord]

Goddess After the Apocalypse

No living soul knew how the huge white marble columns of the ancient temple had been raised, for the Fall had made technology into long-forgotten myth.

No living soul knew their holiest temple had once been a courthouse.

Only one living soul knew of the police armoury in the basement. The mortal Goddess achieved her divinity with night-vision goggles, impact armour, and a sniper rifle.

[MemoryTale]

The Seeker

“You’re a coward.”
Three simple little words that hurt more than the time he’d been caught in a gambull stampede. He stopped in the doorway and glared back at her.
“Alex failed. If a Seeker doesn’t get through to get help, the Mendasians will continue attacking the colony. I’m doing this for everyone!”
“You’re doing it for yourself! You’ve searched for a way to die for so long. Try finding a reason to live.”

[juelz4sure]

And so it was written

　
A feather fluttered past a young elf, eagerly she picked it up looking skyward. “Is that him?” she asked cheerfully pointing toward a huge beast.

The old prophecy lay in front of the elderly elf on some parchment, Sacrifice your youngest each decade for immortality.

“Yes” he answered solemnly as the beast swooped down, maw open only to swallow up the aging elf. Unfortunately he didn’t read the fine print, but not before offering yourself.

[crystal haven]

A heart of stone

A pebble, lifted from the beach, is lovingly held between twisted fingers covered in years of grime. A curse . . . or a prayer, I cannot be sure which, then the stone is dropped, to be replaced by another.

And another. And so it goes on.

Back stooped, clothes in rags. For years he has searched to break the spell. His lover waits, a memory now, a pebble amongst a zillion others.

[HoopyFrood]

Book Bound

When the seas were poisoned they created new, complex filter systems.

The food turned bad and we had to have specialised greenhouses to monitor everything.

Then the poison seeped into paper. The books burned.

I held them closer, feeling the familiar weight, breathing in the smell of many years and many rooms.

In this wasteland I would rather die in painful, pleasurable increments then abandon the worlds where life is still good.

[Heoru]

The Fresh Flowers

She awoke to the smell of flowers freshly cut sitting on the night stand. They were the widows favorite; from far in the forest and on top a green hill. Her husband would get them for her birthday. It took him so long he would set out a day before. But now she was alone, and had been so for a year.

[hopewrites]

The Day Food Talked Back.

“What shall I have for breakfast?” She rhetorically mumbled.

“I’ll make you sick if you eat me!” Cried Chicken Salad. “So help me, I will!!”

“Please, not me!” Plead Bananas “I’ve only got a week left to live.”

Dumbfounded the woman stared at her food.

“You may eat me.” Came a succulent voice from the refrigerator.

“Why?” She asked as she opened it.

“Because, I love you.” Replied Spinach Bacon Quiche.

So she did.