June 2018 75-word Writing Challenge -- VICTORY TO ASHLEYNE!

[Mr Orange]

Death of Innocents


“First, I think, blinding light.”

“So they cannot see the terror coming. I like it…”

“Then, white hot heat.”

“Yes, yes, burn them all.”

“Shhh. Next, the blast, blow them off their feet.”

“Incapacitated… At your mercy. Fantastic.”

“And after, I guess, it will burn them from the inside.”

“Mmmmm, delicious, agonising, slow, death.”



The mushroom rose, all his voices silenced, but one.



“Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds.”

 

[Fivestrings]

An Android was meant to make life easier​

Conner stared at the yellowing artex ceiling.

I should paint that

Foggy mind clearing, he became aware of a persistent thumping nearby.
Looking up, he found Bill, his Mrk-6 android, standing in the corner, rhythmically beating his head against the block work.

The acrid scent of blood flooded Conner's senses. Then, as he looked down at his own flopping entrails in his hands, he remembered.

"Tsk"

I guess even androids get tired of making sandwiches

 

[LittleStar]

When We Were Gods



"Magister, the village is proof." Amberlin smiled; his life's work finally realised. "Cholera, whooping cough, even summer colds, eradicated thanks to a few nanobots." He revealed his forearm to show nothing at all.

"Parliment's doors slammed open. Renforth shambled in, breathless, disarrayed. "Mr. Amberlin! The bots... Replicating. Forming tumours."

"Don't be absu--"

But odd growths rose above his collar.

Renforth collapsed. "Spreading beyond village... So many..." Then silence.

"My God! What horror have we unleashed?"

 

[Ashleyne]

WHAT WAS I THINKING?

From the doorway, Trace watches herself sleep. Andrew smothers her with a pillow.

She runs to the kitchen and there's Andrew, slitting her throat.

Clutching her stomache, she stumbles to the toilet. Andrew's flushing bones.

"Let me out!"

The hospital room floats back. Andrew lies comatose.

The doctor asks, "Did the mindwalker work? Did you speak to your son?"

Trace rakes nails down her sore, tear-soaked cheeks. "He... wants us to pull the plug."

 

[TheDustyZebra]

Horror Story


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Never fear, this feature is always on, twen-
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[The Judge]

Clean Energy, Dirty Hands

Welcome, children. Congratulations on your enrolment in the sustainable energy programme.

First, you must dress in a bio-suit. Step into one; it will enclose you.

Good.

Spikes will now pierce your bodies. Yes, do scream. The pain will get worse, but glory in it! The greater your agony, the more energy the suits’ distress receptors will generate to light and heat our cities.

Fear not. Your suffering won’t last forever. Only fifty or sixty years.

 

[Ursa major]

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(Very) Local Warming… For Now....​

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The pain’s excruciating. “This will happen to everyone,” I shout.​

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They jeer… yet know what it can do, what they’ll unleash. And for what? A passing pleasure.​

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“You’ve seen the destruction it brings,” I cry, “the blackened sky, the air unfit to breathe.”​

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More jeers.​

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“All that was accidental, infrequent. You’re bringing it to everyday life.”​

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“Madman, madman,” they chant.​

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I die, thinking of the whole world consumed, like me, by man’s new technology: fire.​

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[Mad Alice]

Dark of the Moon

Once Goddess, singing among stars. In thunder she rode her comet down.
Molten metal cave became Temple for mens worship.
Marauders buried her, calling her demon, and so she became.

Dirt crawlers brought their iron toys to claw at her, steal her comet's rare substance. She smote them down, their small planet burned.
Cast adrift, it's silver cinder planet-caught, Earth did find her Moon.

Smiling, the Goddess waited to strike again.

 

[Ursa major]

This challenge is now closed to new entries.

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