100 word Anonymous challenge for September 2017

  1. farntfar

    farntfar Unstable and uncertain

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    Shyrka has given me the definition, so we're all go for this month's challenge.

    Theme: Craft

    Genre: Any speculative fiction



    Remember. Don't post here. Send your entry to me (farntfar) by P.M. (conversation) and I'll post it without your name on.

    Don't discuss the entries here.
    I'll set up the discussion thread presently. Discussion thread for the September 2017 Anonymous challenge.

    Please keep within the 100 word limit or I'll have to send your entry back for a rewrite. If your second attempt also fails the wordcount you're out.

    I'll accept entries from now until 23:59 GMT on the 28th of September
    and run the vote and the guessing game for a few days after that.

    So get writing. Make me proud.
     
    Last edited: Sep 10, 2017
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    farntfar Unstable and uncertain

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    Craft of words, one syllable tries for two in a language creation laboratory.

    “Can I come in please?”

    “Of course, how can I help you?”

    “I've now left school and need a job, could I start work here please, to train with you?”

    “Do you know what it is that we all do?”

    “I think so , you make words don’t you?”

    “In a way we do yes, we take one word and stick a word on it and see if it makes a new word”

    “Have you made one of late?”

    “Yes but it will make folk cross if we use it!”

    “Why what word is it?”

    “It is this one, alot”
     
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    farntfar Unstable and uncertain

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    If She Really Is…


    “Henny Porter, ye are charged of witchcraft. Do ye plead guilty and beg the Good Lord’s forgiveness?” The Magistrate questioned.

    “I gladly admit I practice the Craft!” Henny offered cheerfully. “Aye to the first part; Nay to the second.”

    His face ghastly pale, Pastor Franken spoke. “Henny! Do you realize what such an admission means?!”

    “Do not worry, Parson,” Henny replied, smiling warmly.

    The Magistrate pounded the gavel. “Henny, you are found guilty of Witchcraft. Ye shall be burned at the stake at dusk!”

    That night, it rained fire. Many bodies were buried; Henny’s was not among them.
     
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    farntfar Unstable and uncertain

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    Heart and Soul


    I pluck two stars from the skies to glint a twinkle in her eyes.

    I spin gold thin enough to tear, creating the sheen of her hair.

    I crush pearls, make a paste to add the fairness of her face.

    I slice my finger, a droplet drips. I use my blood to paint her lips.

    I crack my ribs, wide and wider, and now my heart, it lies inside her.

    In her skull is my brain, confined. She's truly made me lose my mind.

    I'm within her, we're together, forever, forever, forever, forever.
     
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    farntfar Unstable and uncertain

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    The Quasar

    Quasar, quasar, burning bright,
    In the galaxies of night,
    What dark singularity
    Carved thy blazing heart for thee?

    From the ylem eons past,
    From creation's lepton mass,
    In the quark's unwitnessed birth,
    Did thou ever dream of Earth?

    When the cosmos burned and grew,
    Bringing forth all matter new,
    Did the red shift shade thy eyes
    From vision of the stars' demise?

    Background radiation's sign
    Of the nature of thy mind
    Tells a tale of thy fate
    Mortal tongues may not relate.

    Quasar, quasar, burning bright,
    In the galaxies of night,
    What dark singularity
    Carved thy blazing heart for thee?
     
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    farntfar Unstable and uncertain

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    Arts & Craft Day at Tobor Grade School

    "...and it comes out here."

    "Wonderful, nuclear powered, coffee and doughnut dispenser. It must have been expensive to build."

    "Not really. I used stuff I found around the house. My father helped me. May I give doughnuts to everyone, Miss Tesla?"

    "Certainly, Edwardo."

    (click) WHIZZZ! BAM! FATANG! POW! BOOM!

    "Run children! AAHHHHHHH!"

    SMASH! CRASH! FOONT!

    "Incoming!"

    FizzzZZZZZ! KABOOM! KAPOW!

    "My pen!"

    BLAMO! SMASH! BAM! CRASH! ZWANG!

    #

    "I'm very sorry about yesterday, Principle Sergio."

    "Don't worry, little Edwardo, no one was hurt. You received a C- for your droid. However, the military would like you to join their Weapons Development team."
     
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    farntfar Unstable and uncertain

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    The Code of the Craft

    My father knew it, passed to him by his mother just as he passed it to me. A blessing and burden both. “With Knowledge comes responsibility,” he’d say.

    He could have stayed quiet, done nothing, but that was not my father. He saved many lives that day.

    They burned him for it. Ungodly, they said – communing with daemons within. I survived on my mother’s pleading alone.

    Then the air processor crashed.

    “Help us!” they begged.

    It was easy enough – a simple reboot/restore – but I could still hear their whispers.

    That night, the fire suppression system ‘failed’.

    Then they burned.
     
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    farntfar Unstable and uncertain

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    Your move

    She was never quite sure why she always got so aggressive.
    She was young and she was good looking
    (and really quite sexy)
    She was strong and smart and usually pretty lucky.
    So why could she never keep a man?
    She’d meet some attractive bloke, generally hunky if not too bright.
    She’d get him back her place. Things seemed to go well and then for no apparent reason, she’d slice his head off.
    It was only when she realised that she’d failed to turn off her telepathy-connect planet of warcraft that it started to make sense.
     
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    farntfar Unstable and uncertain

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    Craft of the Medusa

    Few appreciate how gifted the Medusa truly is. She isn't merely someone who causes heads to turn away for fear of turning to stone. No, she is far more accomplished than that.

    Imagine the effort it takes to care for, feed, and train an entire headful of snakes. Indeed she's quite proficient at the snake charming craft as well as animal care.

    She deserves more respect than what she receives.

    Go ahead, people, turn your faces away from her! Look the other way! Pretend she's not there!

    Ugliness is only skin deep.
     
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