EXERCISE Weekly-ish challenge #20 - Luck

Discussion in 'INSPIRING MUSES' started by Vay, Jun 6, 2011.

  1. Hello forum!

    Today I'm trying a broader topic to try to get more of you hooked. Really this ones easy. Just write a paragraph about the tpic below! Excise your muse! Be creative and have FUUUUUN! [/stock phrases]

    This week's challenge: A stroke of luck.
  2. [This is a story introducing two original characters. There's Alarice, my space pirate namesake, and then there's the man she's with. He was created by Gibs but Gibs allowed me to use him. They're basically at this casino to hunt down Sleek, the owner. Who he is and why she's after him is another story. XD]

    The casino was crowded. The tables were full, the dealers were busy. Scantily clad waitresses balanced silver trays on their upraised hands, stopping to give full glasses, take empty ones. People shouted bets and there was the loud clink! of chips and credits and all manner of currency being handled, exchanged, cashed in.

    Alarice stepped through the doors in her long, evening gown and looked around. "I'd rather just crash the party and bring Sleek running to me."

    The man towering over her looked around. "You want Sleek or do you want his goons to kill us first?"

    She huffed. "You sure know how to spoil a girl's fun. Fine. I'll go and mingle. Kill some time." She got three steps away before the man called back to her.

    "Hey. No cheating."

    Alarice smirked. "I don't cheat." She turned and walked away. "I just give Lady Luck a nudge in the right direction."
  3. A picture is worth a thousand words as they say. A picture, a faint object that captured a moment in time when life was simple, where excitement was daily, and surprises were abound. Flash photography was the epitome of must have technology back in the day. Gerald Eddington, a painter, often used pictures to inspire him and his art. He would find the most interesting pictures and use them for ideas, the very essence of his work required him to be inspired, he yearned for fresh creative flux. Lately everything in his mind has been the same, every picture he eye balled online, seemed to scream the same. Disaster, anguish, depression, he was in a constant fog, a battle of finding the joy in life, rather than finding the chaos of a single image.

    No image was happy to him, even the smiling faces of his own children made him empty inside, because he constantly found reasoning for a fakeness....a whackness, even. He wanted different, he wanted unique. Enraged and aggravated Gerald one day goes to grab a new sheet of canvas to paint in his secluded basement in hopes to finally strike inspiration. He sat for hours blank minded, scanning dozens of pictures that said nothing to him. He hears a tapping on his window, and opens it.

    His cat, Ronald, that he hasn't seen in at least a week makes his presence known as he jumps down and crashes around the room with a fresh mouse between his teeth. Ronald topples over towards Gerald's canvas crashing into it with his paws as he struggles with the mouse, Gerald grows red faced and chases Ronald off with the mouse still between his jaws. Sighing, Gerald sits down in front of his canvas, looks up, and suddenly his face brightens! The mess his cat has made on the canvas, has inspired a masterpiece in his mind, a whole portrait of the animal kingdom came from a few messy paws. It turns out this whole day for Gerald was simply;

    "A stroke of luck."
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  4. It was a temple unlike any I had laid eyes upon. Or at least it was what I would interpret to be a temple of sorts. We approached the great dome like building, its surface like a muddled mirror, reflecting the surreal velvet skies and the rolling emerald colored plains. High in the sky a magnificent red sun struck down all shadows in its glorious wake. But I did not have time to spectate, nor did my cybernetic comrade LUH-8891. For we had searched the Horse-head Nebula now for over a century, not that time mattered in this day in age, but the search was well beyond my ancestors lifetimes. You see, this temple or what I believe to be a temple holds the answer. To what I cannot definitively say, but I have had visions of this moment, as if a cosmic destiny aligned some years ago when I looked to the distant stars from my now distant home.

    We were passing by a small solar system, on the tale of an obscure rumor which pointed to my dreams, my visions, my ultimate pursuit. On the whim of fate and chance was I passing through this infinite space when something caught my attention. I cannot say what it truly was, as any of the visions preceding, but I veered my craft toward an uncharted sun which had yet to be recorded into the annals of history during the Frontier Expeditions. It was then my cybernetic counterpart, a being comprised of my very thought spoke. But of course, this was a remarkable moment, as it rarely spoke at all. One would imagine a being who's mind mimics ones own would have much to say, but for LUH, I could not be to surprised. I have peered into LUL's deeper workings and have seen what was once mine manipulated, folded, calculated and observed a billion times over. As if it were a riddle which would unfold with no finite end, a thought to be a fractal of the universe perhaps?

    "Destination." But a single word escaped LUH's prosthetic lips and it pointed to the local galaxy map and it zoomed in to an unexplored world. We made haste, jumping through folds of space, watching as time forgot us for lapses as we hid ourselves from space, manipulating the very fabric of our craft and therefor ourselves. With each jump I felt it, like the warm hum of mother those many years ago or the soft cool of a summer dip in a familiar pond. Distant memories drawn forth by this desire. Yet, here we are at the steps of a place unlike anything I'd seen. Was it something greater than myself which brought us here? Or but a stroke of luck cast about into the whimsical fabric of space?
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