Tie-breaker Poll -- August 2024 75 Word Writing Challenge -- MOSAIX AND THE JUDGE WIN!

Tie-breaker Poll -- August 2024 75 Word Writing Challenge


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We have a 5-way tie.

You have until 23:59 (GMT) on August the 30th to make your choice.


The five stories still in contention:


Give It Some Welly by paranoid marvin

Napoleon wore a hat they said​
Could leave his foes confounded​
'Worth forty thousand men and more'​
A claim that was well grounded​
It won the day at Austerlitz​
The toast of all of France​
And when he placed it on his bonce​
Opponents stood no chance​
But at a mud-soaked Waterloo​
The shoe was on the other foot​
For Arthur had his wellies on​
And 'twas Boney got the boot​



To Be Reunited in Repurposed Gingham by Cat's Cradle

She'd driven the extra miles to the Sharpesville General Store.​

Flour was cheaper locally – 100-pound burlap sacks of Stonemill's All-Purpose – but Sharpesville had the new floral-print gingham bags, and dress fabric wasn't available nowadays.​
She'd gotten odd looks at the store – who buys so much flour?​
But handmade dresses needed the fabric from three sacks, and Charlie would be home soon for the first time since deployment.​
She'd make herself lovely in flowering gingham.​


Clothes Maketh The Man? by mosaix

A doorstep. A thread bare shawl. Cold.​
An orphanage. Hand-me-downs. Lonely and abandoned.​
The workhouse. Thin, union clothing. Hungry and tired.​
The streets. Infested beggar’s rags. Desperate.​
A prison cell. Rough, uncomfortable garments. Confused and abused.​
The barracks. A clean, warm, pressed uniform. Proud, human.​
A trench. A muddy, torn uniform. Puttees, boots, a steel helmet, a gas mask. Scared.​
A hospital. Regulation pyjamas, bloodied bandages. In pain.​
A coffin. A shroud. Cold.​


Elizabethan Bequest, Edwardian Beneficiary by The Judge

Her last family heirloom. Gloves, once worn by John Dee, alchemist, occultist.​
She wasn’t the only impoverished aristocrat, but men could sell themselves to American heiresses. She could only sell the gloves.​
She traced their gold embroidery, mystic symbols invariably interpreted as “Wear not at your peril!” Her translation differed: “Wear in extremis!”​
In extremis...
She slipped the gloves on.​
They seized pen and paper, started writing.​

Transmutation. How to turn base metal into gold...



The Good Olde Days by Ursa major

Once, she loved to embroider; she never would again.

It did not help that he deserved to be punished -- treason is treason, and he’d failed to kill the tyrant -- but no one deserved such an end.

“Is it ready?” a guard asked.

“Yes.”

As the guard took the gold-embroidered coat made from her father’s bruised and bloodied skin, she prayed that she would never see it worn.

Her prayer was soon answered.

 
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