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Posted Feb 28, '13 at 2:45am

EmperorPalpatine

EmperorPalpatine

9,485 posts

Word says it's 574. Sorry, it doesn't qualify.

 

Posted Mar 1, '13 at 6:58am

samiel

samiel

422 posts

Devoidless is it about seeing crimes already perputrated and acts already commited

 

Posted Mar 1, '13 at 7:11pm

StormWalker

StormWalker

7,271 posts

*sigh* 74 words over? Fine, then...I'll take some out...happy? 485 words. :P

The celings creaked. The walls creaked. Wrapped in a flex-weaver, Dyabella's bones creaked.
She'd died recently, and since she was the only one pouring energy into the walls -we couldn't, we weren't old enough- bad things were happening.
The ground was bleached, and the Nothing was seeping through cracks in the patched-over ground. The metal was straining and bulging, and we kept the lights off on those floors. We didn't want to see how bad it was.
I always knew it was a bad idea, of course, to even think about harvesting Nothing from the boils of the space waves that Seveseves gave out. Nothing burnt through everything, and turned it to more Nothing. Just because ACNRv13.5 could withstand it doesn't mean a mining platform in space could sustain it for longer than a decade. Two or three at most. At worst, it'd have imploded and sent us swirling into a vortex right the moment it was built.
But now we're stuck. There's a suspicion that the shuttles had deleted us off their list, and we were abandoned out here to die around Seveseves, our gray sun. Tally and Riveryem didn't give up hope, but they're only youngers, so what do they know?
I'm sitting, re-counting the number of specks embedded in the glass ceiling. Above the ceiling is a hologram of a blue sky. I've heard Terra had a blue sky. I'd wish I'd been born long enough ago to see it. The only blue we see now is the faded cadet blue of our uniforms, and occasionally the unnaturally bright food comes in some shades of blue.
I've always liked blue. I've even gone and looked up the names for so many different shades when we still had power to spare. Cerulean, indigo, turquoise, aqua...
The ground under me right now creaks, louder than ever. Tally sits up. "Where's Riveryem?"
I know. Riveryem was always the most bored, the one most likely to listen to the Nothing.
I know what he's doing.
By the time Tally and I run down the stairs, he's already done it. There's a big gaping hole in one of patches. Riveryem stands over it with the old emergency ACNR rod, looking crazed. "I've done it," he says. "I've fixed it all. I'm free."
Then the Nothing lunges forth in an empty, spewing fountain and eats the ACNR13.5, eats Riveryem. I see his demented, grinning face before his skin and blood and bones are melted. Tally runs away, up the stairs as the ground splinters into chunks, pieces whirling across space.
I'm balanced precariously on a few fading fragments of the metal. The bland void of the Nothing gobbles at my feet.
I know why you did it, Riveryem.
There's nowhere left to run. And all I see before I'm consumed are the slivers of silver, dancing as they're sucked down, down, down into the Nothing.
And I follow.

 

Posted Mar 2, '13 at 7:46am

Reton8

Reton8

2,824 posts

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I have only written a few short stories before, so this may not be the best. Also, I did my best to fit the theme, but I am not quite sure what the theme is. It should fit, comparing this story to other entries. Also, it is loosely inspired by the sci-fi movie Forbidden Planet.
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âKrall come over here! There is something that I would like to show you!â Shouted Morpius, as the last bit of sunlight passed over his shoulder. Suddenly, an array of noises came forth from Morpiusâ suit. The âlowVisibilityâ feature activated releasing a burst of light that filled the recently entered space. Morpius looked around, his face filled with exhilaration and contemplation. In the distance Krallâs footsteps could be heard and soon the two were standing side by side.

âMorpius what is this? Iâ¦It...Itâs amazing!â âYes, amazing.â Morpius calmly replied. âWhat is this?â Krall responded more enthusiastically than before. âDo you see what lies before you Krall?â Unsure if his eyes were missing something, Krall rubbed them and then stared more intently into the space that encompassed him. âIt appears to be an enormous cache of some sort. But of what is it?â âExcellent question Krall. As you know, I am an intergalactic explorer. It is my job to remotely gather information from distant planets with the use of drones, robots, and other technologies. However, on occasion it will be deemed that a live crew be sent forth to the planet under observation. One month ago this planet was marked stable and given clearance for live exploration. That is when my crew and I set off. Upon arriving on this planet we quickly set out for known ruin locations. This was one of the most impressive sites.â Krall, hungry to know about the cache, seized Morpius, shook him, and roared, âThe cache! Stop rambling and tell me about the cache!â

The shaken Morpius continued, âThis is a cache of alien technology, resting in the ruins of a warehouse or possibly a factory. These machines are powerful and have a great variety among their kind. Pods and pads, desk-fit and lap-fit. Even some fit for its extinct speciesâ ear! The technology is not as advanced as ours, but it is still impressive. With only one of these machines large calculation could be performed and complex games could be played. These artifacts were also once used for communication and leisure. Almostâ¦â âSimilar to technologies used at home!â Krall interjected, bursting with awe. âYes Krall, like home, but hopefully not to the same end.â Morripusâ face fell and he continued, âAlmost all of this entire species was reliant upon this technology, but only few of them understood truly how it worked. Sadly, even fewer knew the manufacturing process. It appears that many of the species were simply not willing to expend the effort to fully understand the technology. The species assumed they lived in a golden society, but it was rather a society of silver. So, the species fell. Too lazy to understand their own machines, themselves, and the world around them, the increasingly dull masses handed their power to the intelligent few and those few lead the masses to complete destruction. They were once many, but now all that remains are these ruins, this sliver of silver.â

 

Posted Mar 4, '13 at 2:33am

EmperorPalpatine

EmperorPalpatine

9,485 posts

Judging should be up around Wednesday night. Just so you can start writing early (but not submitting until the next round is officially started), the next theme will be Ample Answer.

 

Posted Mar 4, '13 at 8:29pm

StormWalker

StormWalker

7,271 posts

Mmkay. Could you increase the word limit?

 

Posted Mar 4, '13 at 8:50pm

EmperorPalpatine

EmperorPalpatine

9,485 posts

Not sure yet. If I do, I'll announce it when I post the judging.

 

Posted Mar 4, '13 at 11:20pm

Devoidless

Devoidless

3,838 posts

I'll wait until the judging to see if the word limit is increased before writing another story. Just so that I know what I am working with. ^_^

 

Posted Mar 5, '13 at 4:16am

xian37

xian37

16 posts

the posted story are pretty good
i think the judge will have a hard time to choose for the winner.

 

Posted Mar 5, '13 at 8:29am

cheese123

cheese123

20 posts

i would do something but...

2 days over the deadline, and what is silver of silver?

 
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