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Ficlet Challenge: April 2022
purplecleric
The phrase prompt this month is ... BLOOD BROTHERS

I fell down a rabbit-hole made of Fibonacci sequences last month and discovered a form of poetry called a 'Fib' which is a six line, 20 syllable poem with a syllable count by line of 1/1/2/3/5/8. The syllables in each line correspond with each number in the Fibonacci sequence. Here is an example:

One
Small,
Precise,
Poetic,
Spiraling mixture:
Math plus poetry yields the Fib.

( Pincus, Gregory K.)

For the second challenge: get Fibbing!
 
Anniew
One
Small
Mistake
Results in
Tragi-comedy
Bringing end to rebellion.

He
Who
Trusts not
Is soon dead:
An unrelenting
Law of indifferent nature.

If
You
Choose to
Test others
Then you should expect
Eventually to be wrong.
Play the hand fate deals you.
 
Lurena
One
Arm,
Eye patch,
Lazeron,
Commander Travis
Must be obsessed with killing Blake
**********************************
In
White
Watch how
This lady
Has a dark side too
She’s the beauty and the villain
**********************************
A
Man,
Rebel
With a cause
Or freedom fighter,
hunted by the Federation
**********************************
I’m
Not
Stupid,
Not going,
So I’m staying here
Because I’m not expendable
**********************************
I
Can
Open
Any lock
When I’m scared enough
But I hate personal violence
**********************************
He
Is
Singing
An old song
A limit-device
Makes him friendly and keeps him strong
************************************
She
Can
Take us
Out of here
Speed standard by twelve
Piloting the Liberator
************************************
The
Words
Clearly
Transmitted
By the telepath
Can never be misunderstood
************************************
*No, I am not. I am not expendable, I'm not stupid, and I'm not going.*
Lara&Sue's Blake's 7 stories
 
Travisina
Wow, kudos to our poets! Annie and Lurena, those are superb Smile
There is no point being grown up if you can't be childish sometimes
 
Travisina
A
Thief
Is not
What I am
It is who I am
You would not like me otherwise
There is no point being grown up if you can't be childish sometimes
 
littlesue

Travisina wrote:

Wow, kudos to our poets! Annie and Lurena, those are superb Smile


I don't even know where to start!!!!!!
Cold! You don't know the meaning of the word cold!
Cold is when you have ice on the INSIDE of your window!!


Sue's Book Shelf https://www.mediafire.com/folder/z1xg...Zine_Shelf
Sue's Stories sues stories https://sjlittle.webs.com
 
Brad
I
Came
I Saw
I Conquered
They Paid Me A Lot
Because I'm A Mercenary
i.imgur.com/AD5ikh4.png
Modthra
 
Brad
Where
There
Is Life
There Is Threat
A Theme To Be Stressed
By Every Loyal Officer
i.imgur.com/AD5ikh4.png
Modthra
 
Lurena
This is great fun! I love your poetry!
*****************************
Deep
Space
Vessel
Powerful
In the bright starlight
Escapes the dystopian night
**********************************
A
Box
A brain
Transparent
Computer hacker
Valued hundred million credits
***********************************
Roj
Bear
Someone’s
Cuddly toy
Brings us lots of joy
With his version of Blakes Seven
*No, I am not. I am not expendable, I'm not stupid, and I'm not going.*
Lara&Sue's Blake's 7 stories
 
Travisina
It
Was
Worth it.
I had fun!
But now Cally wants
A necklace made out of my teeth.

(inspired by forthcoming Shadow rewatches Grin )
There is no point being grown up if you can't be childish sometimes
 
Anniew
LoL. Some nice work here! A lot of fun.
Play the hand fate deals you.
 
Lorna
These are so clever!!
 
Travisina
I
heard
Orac
Speak my weight.
So now I'm hiding
While Avon softly calls my name.
There is no point being grown up if you can't be childish sometimes
 
Lurena
Aw, Travisina!Wink
****************
Spear
Sword
and knife
she’s so cool
she can hide a bomb
where you never would expect it

***************************
first
he
was a
Space Captain
then the pilot of
Scorpio and Liberator

****************************

she
sells
her skill
gunslinger
she’s quick on the draw
member of the Scorpio crew

*****************************
*No, I am not. I am not expendable, I'm not stupid, and I'm not going.*
Lara&Sue's Blake's 7 stories
 
Travisina
Great, Lurena! These are so much fun Smile
There is no point being grown up if you can't be childish sometimes
 
M1795537OCVirn
And Servalan cried -

NO!
NO!
Go and
Find me some
Moet et Chandon
Not tasteless Co-op Prosecco!
"You're not sulking, I hope?"
 
littlesue
Well here goes...I'm useless at the other prompt. so I thought I's stick with something I can do...My take on the first part of this month's prompt with a lovely piccie by Lurena

Blood Brothers


Maryatt stared down at the battle scarred man lying on the blood soaked gurney.
“Space Commander, you really need to be…”
“Come on man, you can patch me up. I have a small matter of an unfinished battle.”
“Sir, you need extensive surgery. Your face…your hand. You must allow me to evacuate…”
“NO!”
The patient was most insistent.
“Do what you can,” the man continued softly, “I will not hold you accountable for your actions or their outcome.”
“Very well, sir. But I will still need blood plasma…”
“Get it! On my personal authority. There must be some in the blood banks.”
“There is sir. As you know all citizens are required to donate a quantity of their blood for such an emergency and we can easily replicate that sample should we require more…”
“Do it!”

Hours later, Space Commander Travis looked at himself in the mirror. A quarter of his face had been blasted away, but Maryatt had managed to hide the worst of the injuries by the clever use of a black patch placed over Travis’ eye socket. It even allowed him some modicum of vision, at least until he returned to Earth for more extensive surgery.
“You couldn’t save my hand or my arm, Maryatt?”
“No sir, unfortunately not. But I do know of a surgeon who specializes in artificial limbs. I’m sure that he could rebuild your arm.”
“Could he now? Perhaps I could persuade him to adapt such a limb? Maybe even improve its function.”
“I’m sure he could sir.”
“Maryatt; you have saved my life in the heat of battle and I will not forget that.”
“Thank you.”
“Maybe I should thank the loyal citizen who provided the blood plasma. Do you know his name?”
Maryatt quickly scanned the notes that came with the blood supply; one picked at random from the extensive supplies held by the Medical Department.
“I know that he was an Alpha grade…”
“At least that was something.”
“Indeed sir.”
“I’m sure that he would be proud to know that he has served the Federation well and been instrumental in saving my life. You could even say we are now blood brothers!”
“Here it is sir…Kerr Avon.”
Space Commander Travis looked skywards with his one good eye, “One day, Maryatt, I may try and find him.”

i.imgur.com/Az6ue7L.jpg
Cold! You don't know the meaning of the word cold!
Cold is when you have ice on the INSIDE of your window!!


Sue's Book Shelf https://www.mediafire.com/folder/z1xg...Zine_Shelf
Sue's Stories sues stories https://sjlittle.webs.com
 
Sally1958
“Maybe I should thank the loyal citizen who provided the blood plasma. Do you know his name?”
Maryatt quickly scanned the notes that came with the blood supply; one picked at random from the extensive supplies held by the Medical Department.
“I know that he was an Alpha grade…”
“At least that was something.”
“Indeed sir.”
“I’m sure that he would be proud to know that he has served the Federation well and been instrumental in saving my life. You could even say we are now blood brothers!”
“Here it is sir…Kerr Avon.”
Space Commander Travis looked skywards with his one good eye, “One day, Maryatt, I may try and find him.”

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Can't have a less than Alpha blood donor!
And of course Avon will be proud once he knows.
Musings from the desk of Nanna Sally
 
Lurena
Well now, I'll do it one more time, but I have to warn you, I'm in the mood for funny nonsense.
*****************************
@
>
@>
@>#
@>#*<
“war” in Andromedan language

****************************

Ψ
θ
00
~~~
0~_~0
big ears in telepath language

****************************

Δ
Δ
ΔΔ
ΔΔΔ
ΔΔΔΔΔ
handwriting of the Decimas

****************************

I promise you I'll stop doing this.
*No, I am not. I am not expendable, I'm not stupid, and I'm not going.*
Lara&Sue's Blake's 7 stories
 
Lorna
These are so good. It is probably the most popular prompt For ages
 
Travisina
Blood
Red
Flower.
A gift from
the puppeteer
Pleases the Supreme Commander.

(For this week's rewatch of Weapon!)
There is no point being grown up if you can't be childish sometimes
 
ellen york
Oh
No
Roj Bear
Has been lost
What will Avon do?
Who will help him find his teddy?
 
Anniew
Three
Holes
Gaping
mouths accuse
His final mistake
Blood brothers for eternity.
Play the hand fate deals you.
 
Travisina
Ooh, well played Annie - both prompts in one poem!

And oh no, Avon's Teddy! Nice one, Ellen.
Edited by Travisina on 16-04-2022 09:41
There is no point being grown up if you can't be childish sometimes
 
Travisina
Another one for Weapon:

Blake,
Gan,
Avon -
IMIPAK
has marked you for death.
Leave it with Rashel and the Clone.
There is no point being grown up if you can't be childish sometimes
 
Lurena
Very good Annie, Ellen and Travisina!
Clever, that mix Annie.
Ellen, I'm afraid Blake will volunteer and pretend not to know where the teddy is.
Travisina, great summing up the episode weapon!
*No, I am not. I am not expendable, I'm not stupid, and I'm not going.*
Lara&Sue's Blake's 7 stories
 
Obsidian

M1795537OCVirn wrote:

And Servalan cried -

NO!
NO!
Go and
Find me some
Moet et Chandon
Not tasteless Co-op Prosecco!


Grin Grin Grin

I'm loving all of these but this is WICKED MsVirn.
Don't philosophise at me you electronic moron.
 
https://www.seraglio-design.com/
Hugbot
Ultraworld

I?
You?
Or both?
Who am I?
Avon or Cally?
Did Tarrant swap the brain patterns?
 
Anniew
Such lovely poems. Lurena - so brilliant. Travisina - so clever. M….Virn - so funny. Ellen - so cute. Hugbot - so unique.

But Little Sue and Lurena - doing what you do best a chilling fic with excellent illustrations and an unexpected, bitter twist.
Play the hand fate deals you.
 
Travisina
I'm utterly addicted to these Fib poems! I've never written poetry before, and I don't know if these count - but they're so much fun to do!
There is no point being grown up if you can't be childish sometimes
 
Travisina
Blake
Turns
His head.
"One last look?"
"No, I'm coming back."
The London speeds away from Earth...
There is no point being grown up if you can't be childish sometimes
 
Hugbot
Last Thoughts

Pain.
Death.
What for?
For nothing:
just an empty room.

Control was no longer on Earth.
 
Hugbot
The Last Drop of my Blood

“Kalmy!”

Blake hadn’t recognised his old friend at first. They had nearly walked past each other when he finally noticed the familiar features.

Kalmy, on the other hand, didn’t recognise Blake. He walked straight on and would have vanished in the depth of the corridor had Blake not grabbed his shoulders.

“Kalmy! It’s me – Roj Blake!”

The man just stared at him. No, he actually stared through him as if Blake wasn’t even there.

“Don’t you remember me? Granted, it’s been a long time. We were still kids. Playing cowboys and indians. You were always Winnetou, I was Old Shatterhand. Does that ring a bell?”

No, it didn’t. Kalmy shoook off Blake’s hand and was about to continue on his way.

“We were blood brothers, remember? We even tried to perform the ritual as we’d read it in the books. Rubbing wounds together to mix our blood. You couldn’t stomach it and went sick. No?”

Kalmy’s face hardened. “Leave me alone, citizen”, he growled. “I must not be hindered in fulfilling my duties.”

For the first time Blake realised the strange appearance of his old friend: the black uniform, the strange bell pepper hat, the pale complexion. He backed away.

“What have they done to you?” he rasped.

Kalmy didn’t answer. Instead, he turned around, now that he was free of the obstructing hand, and marched away.

“What have they done to you?” Blake shouted. But Kalmy was already gone.

Blake swallowed hard. He remembered all the rumours about mutoid modification. Kalmy was no longer his blood brother. Every single drop of Blake’s blood in his veins had been removed.

Roj stared along the corridor. He had heard about resistance groups but never understood why people felt compelled to plot against the Federation. After all, he had a good job and was a well respected citizen.

But now he suddenly had the urge to join them.
 
Travisina
Ooh, excellent stuff, Huggie. Great poem and story Smile
There is no point being grown up if you can't be childish sometimes
 
Travisina
Horizon

Ro
and
Selma:
True rulers
of Silmareno.
The Federation is ousted!
There is no point being grown up if you can't be childish sometimes
 
Anniew
Wow Huggy - what excellent responses.

Travisina you’re on fire.
Play the hand fate deals you.
 
Anniew
These are fun

In
The
Twilight,
Pantomime
Attacks resolve with
Unimagined consequences.
Play the hand fate deals you.
 
Anniew
A
Door,
Regret
Shuttered.
The world around her
Echoing with silenced voices.
Play the hand fate deals you.
 
Travisina
Oh Annie, yours are true poetry! Sigh.
There is no point being grown up if you can't be childish sometimes
 
Vanessa Doffenshmirtz
I'm loving all the poetry.
I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing
Till they got a hold of me
 
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