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OCTOBER 2017 -- 75 Word Writing Challenge -- VICTORY to TERESA!

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  1. Joshua Jones

    Joshua Jones Well-Known Member

    Apr 6, 2017
    Out of the Frying Pan…

    Elizabeth sniffed the air, scanning the horizon. The sea was still, but something wasn’t quite right. She readied her harpoon.

    The deep erupted in a swarm of tentacles. Before she could shout “Kraken!”, Elizabeth was underwater. She stabbed the cephalopod and surfaced, gulping air.

    Another abomination emerged, maliciously draining the ocean. Elizabeth, back onboard the Acheron, stared defiantly at the beast.

    Then, it spoke.

    “Pick up your toys, Elizabeth. Bath time is over.”

    “But Mom…”
    Oct 9, 2017
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  2. Vaz

    Vaz We're in the pipe, five by five.

    Jun 7, 2015
    Liverpool, United Kingdom
    The Last Song

    All Sea's sing differently.

    The Blessed Sea sings bitter sweet, like the calling of drowning Siren's.

    The song of the Splinter Sea is harsh, like the strings of a broken harp.

    Rohan savoured the salted song of the Blessed Sea. It's bitter notes filled her bones with a warmth only home could bring.

    The whip stripped away the moment.

    Did the sea's by the slaver's shore's sing?
    Last edited: Oct 11, 2017
    Oct 11, 2017
  3. Brev

    Brev Well-Known Member

    Jan 16, 2011
    A Dragon Slayer's Logic

    Sword ready, he stood, resolute at the helm.

    He'd chartered ship and crew in Durrwent Harbour and after stopping for water, supplies and illicit recreation at World's End Port they'd sailed into the unknown.

    Three weeks due west with no sign of land; the crew grew restless.

    ''We'll fall of the edge!''

    But he'd vowed to slay a Dragon and there were none in the known world.

    ''Onward!'' He'd continue. With or without the crew.
    Oct 12, 2017
  4. paranoid marvin

    paranoid marvin Run VT Erroll!

    Mar 9, 2007
    'Ware the Kraken (A sea shanty)

    Oh solar winds off the starboard blow

    wake up my lads, wake up!

    Pierce our ship to it's very soul

    shields up my lads, shields up!

    Oh bulwark's gone and hull's ablaze

    suit up my lads, suit up!

    Captain dead and crew half crazed

    hold up my lads, hold up!

    Oh we're sinking fast, beneath the waves

    breathe up my lads, breathe up!

    All condemned to a wat'ry grave

    game's up my lads, game's up!
    Oct 12, 2017
  5. Mith

    Mith Confused

    Sep 12, 2011
    Mordor (Oldham)
    Row, Row, Row Your Boat

    The mutiny was bad.


    You put your left oar in, your left oar out,

    In, out, in, out, twizel it about,

    You move the boat forward with lots of sound,

    ‘Cause that’s what it’s all about…

    He. Would. Not. Stop. Singing!

    Teach me for asking for an all singing, all dancing wizard to join the crew.

    Maybe I could pitch him overboard?

    Maybe I would go insane before he started dancing?

    Gods, save me!
    Oct 13, 2017
  6. Starbeast

    Starbeast Benevolent Galaxy Being

    Mar 11, 2010
    Sinbad and the Isle of Living Horror

    Middle Eastern and Scandinavian men, defeated a grisly zombie horde on the ship's deck.

    "Captain Thogarr. After those unfortunate men's remains are disposed of, we'll pray for their souls."

    "Aye, Captain Sinbad. So many floating dead in the ocean...never did I think they'd climb aboard, and attack us. Tis a bad omen."

    "Means the island is close. Your crew and mine, will destroy this evil."



    "Screams, drums...roaming corpses."

    "Hell, awaits us."

    Oct 14, 2017
  7. Hugh

    Hugh Well-Known Member

    Mar 27, 2016

    The helmsman has no eyes yet stares fixedly ahead,

    the sea so clear that stars can be seen deep within.

    I am old now, the wreckage of my life behind me, a lifetime on these waves with no sight of land or hint of meaning, all purpose as fathomless as ever.

    Suddenly we reach a shore.

    Everyone who has ever mattered to me is there to welcome me.

    They have not forgotten.

    Finally I remember.
    Oct 15, 2017
  8. D.A. Xiaolin Spires

    D.A. Xiaolin Spires SFF writer & reader

    Jul 11, 2017
    Taipei, Taiwan
    The Primordial Push

    Analyn zipped her windbreaker, covering her neck as the storm hit. The motor shot; smoke rose. She coughed. Waves raged against her boat; her legs shook at every blow.

    Light glinted two arm lengths away. She reached, delirious. A hand, manicured like hers, pulled her in.

    She rode the cosmic seas, shedding years like a snake sheds skin.

    She awoke, ejected in a swell from her mother’s womb. Maternal caress, milk and a familiar face.
    Last edited: Oct 15, 2017
    Oct 15, 2017
  9. Clockworkbot

    Clockworkbot Well-Known Member

    Nov 5, 2015
    The Deep Plain

    On the fifth day, the sinking stopped, and the ship met a rocky halt. The Captain mustered his courage, leaning over the bulwark into the salty mist.

    Below, nests of coral supported the hull in bony branch-fingers; beyond, an obscene expanse of sand, dotted with the flapping shapes of stranded fish, stretched skywards.

    ‘Well, boys,’ he said, winking to the mass of mariners huddled around the mast, ‘I hope you wore your walking boots’.
    Oct 16, 2017
  10. johnnyjet

    johnnyjet Western PA High Tech Country Boy

    Nov 11, 2011
    Upon This Marble Sea

    A curse was cast upon Captain Haba from the dying alien as he directed his crew to scour the strange vessel for treasures.

    Later, after many days of rough weather, the sea became as calm as a sheet of glass. Gradually it evolved into a beautiful, multi-hued slab of marble.

    Now, his ship immobile upon this marble sea, the captain sat cross-legged in his cabin happily frolicking among his sparkling, worthless treasures.
    Oct 17, 2017
  11. Teresa Edgerton

    Teresa Edgerton Goblin Princess Staff Member

    Nov 1, 2004
    Where Late the Mermaids Sang

    They hauled her aboard in a net, flopping wetly on the deck, blue scales gleaming.

    “She’ll fetch a fortune! Stow her in the hold.”

    “Pretty thing. It seems a pity—“

    “Nonsense! They don’t feel things the way we do.”

    Five days, and the Captain was raving. Seven, the men began to suicide.

    They drew lots. The losers, trembling, carried her and threw her over the side.


    A year later, the Captain died in a madhouse.
    Oct 17, 2017
  12. SPoots

    SPoots Well-Known Member

    Sep 11, 2017
    The clock ticked its way into the future as they waited around the table. Plumes rose from the old man’s pipe, filling the room with its familiar smell. The clack of the woman’s needles provided a counter rhythm to the clock she kept watching.

    Their son ran in. “She sent them!”

    The two stood up. “She did? Thank God.”

    The boy slapped down the tickets, showing the words RMS Titanic. “We’re going to America!”
    Oct 21, 2017
  13. Parson

    Parson This world is not my home

    Oct 11, 2006

    Sail the Sea of Stars

    Nobody would hire Shantel. Human training as a starship captain was not enough.

    She read the ad again. “Hiring freighter captains to sail the Sea of Stars.” She carefully checked the small print. Captains were based on Enduri; could hire their own crew; and set their own schedule. She cheerfully signed for 10 years.


    (Two years later.) Shantel sighed resignedly. The ocean called “Sea of Stars” was not the “sea of stars” she’d imagined.
    Oct 22, 2017
  14. Perpetual Man

    Perpetual Man Tim James

    Jun 13, 2006

    The exposed ribs of the ship's carcass clawed fingerlike from the mud and silt. Once beautiful, an ocean faring vessel with a soul as beautiful as a butterfly.

    Everything changes, mechanics and science eroding magic and wonder. As the steamers rolled up rivers, the mystical world faded into twilight.
    As the chimneys puked toxins into the air, all that remained of the age of wonders, were skeletal hulks, become passively mundane.

    Wrecks of another time.
    Oct 22, 2017
  15. Azzagorn

    Azzagorn Well-Known Member

    Dec 14, 2011
    Bone Voyage

    The ship was ready, finally. It had taken the best part of a decade.

    She was beautiful.

    Bleach white with ivory masts and flesh toned sails. A thing of dreadful beauty.

    She his as she crossed the plains into those of the living. Water boiled under her, skeletons moved across the deck.

    The first target was near. Mist covered their approach.

    The skiff drifted towards shore.

    "Bone Voyage!"

    No one laughed death is serious business.
    Oct 22, 2017
  16. TheDustyZebra

    TheDustyZebra Inspired. Or possibly insane. Could go either way. Staff Member

    Nov 26, 2009
    Finding Nemo

    The voice frightened Julie so much that she called in sick and stayed home for days. Still it came, warning: an ATV was going to kill her.

    She chartered a boat to the furthest reaches of the Pacific Ocean, where no ATV could be. Fifteen hundred miles from any land, and still she heard it:


    Jules Verne

    She dived beneath the waters to escape the voice.

    Debris blazed from the sky.

    The boat exploded.
    Oct 23, 2017
  17. LittleStar

    LittleStar Well-Known Member

    Jun 30, 2011
    For Now

    I never imagined it’d be so peaceful at the end of the world, silently watching salty raindrops drip oceans into the stars. They cascaded into oblivion, yet only just pulled my anchor taut.

    She would like this.

    I wiped tears and rain on my sleeve, then pulled the urn free; heavier than her soul should be.

    She took to the wind, danced, clouding with the furthest night, and vanished into memory.

    “For now, Sweet Sparrow.”
    Oct 23, 2017
  18. mosaix

    mosaix Shropshire, U.K.

    Feb 13, 2006
    Shropshire, U.K.
    Sun, Sea, Sand, Sex.

    Golden beaches, gorgeous females, good food, sun on their backs. It was that time of year again. They just couldn't wait.

    It had been rough at first but further south the wind abated and, as the waves and currents eased, they relaxed, relived conquests past and anticipated those to come.

    Finally, they dragged themselves up onto the soft sand of the mating grounds and surveyed their surroundings with mounting excitement. Beats Loch Ness every time.
    Oct 23, 2017
  19. Culhwch

    Culhwch Lost Boy Staff Member

    Feb 4, 2005
    Brisbane, Australia
    Salt and Sorrow

    The old woman had seven sons, and the sea took them all.

    Three set out, never to return.

    Two were lost at war.

    One was swallowed whole by a leviathan, and the youngest suffered the kiss of a mermaid.

    Her daughter stood on the quay and cried.

    ‘Do not weep, lass. There is salt enough in the sea,’ the old woman said, as the coracle drifted away, ‘and I go to see my boys.’
    Oct 23, 2017
  20. HazelRah

    HazelRah Professionally indecisive

    Jul 9, 2015

    The boat bumped against the sandbank and the old man climbed carefully down.

    They’d been meeting here for years. They’d drink whiskey and play cards, talking in broken languages until the sun rose.

    But now, his face creased and weathered, walking with his stick plunging awkwardly into the sand; he wondered why she’d never aged a day.

    As the moonlight passed, and the sky turned to dust, he knew.

    He would never see her again.
    Oct 23, 2017
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