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Hmmm? Perhaps a future Drabble challenge there???
un docked feet.retracted klausehurtling throw the night
covers off when its a parse
singeing to the spark as a spry harpy spins ning through the dark
a blip nort so nowt a tub a lark
simoof gently laze zarm at rest
now the games being in ear nest
mr hankey rubs coarse tears from aiz eyes
G*im turnz below zat bull its flappin oxopoidal jerkin lika silent g with giggles
and frankdaman wherryz in the latest muse from pluto,wafted on a barge drenched in whalesong
why ai odder,more distaught unturbed and hecxsor size D
not so mucha a col a aza sag e
eye nose beagle point but oarzy pointin gnat,and when the finger fit the pisch it time to swivel
While trucking out I met my bane
Captain Wirral was his name.
A harmless Eagle posed no threat
At least that's what I would have bet
Most pirates thought him a prat
With his demise a buglike splat
It really is a crying shame
that for his death I got blamed
The failed corsair's last interdiction
left him in a poor position
ahead my ship he dropped from space
as I boosted to a rapid pace.
The cops thought it a crime
and fried my ship in record time
To avoid my sorry fate
near stations always slow down mate
The wake at lave station bar had been going on for months as people straggled in from all corners of the galaxy. Tales were told of close encounters with Thargons in witchspace and heroic escapes from supernovae. From grizzled old captains to wide eyed freeagle pilots they kept on coming.
The tales got taller but there were funny stories too, he'd told everyone the elite pilots federation had forgotten he existed as he hadn't ranked up for years. Behind the bar a small badge glinted, every so often a murmur went round the bar as a toast was made.
“I’ve been probed by an Alien.”
“Congratulations! It’s a while since you got your leg over.”
“No! I had an Alien encounter.”
“Just because someone’s not from around here, is no excuse for being racist.”
“I was in deep space and I had a close encounter of the third kind.”
“Is that one of those Zero-G Kamasutra positions for threesomes?”
“God no! Listen. I was travelling through hyperspace, when my ship was interdicted by an Alien vessel that scanned and probed my ship.”
“Oh. So, not sex then?”
“No. It left before I could try it on.”
Sir Randall Bartholomew-Smythe eyed the man suspiciously. He distrusted mercs, but needed a fighter escort.
"You Horny?" asked the svelte young man, a New Hollander from his accent.
"I'm Randy!" barked Randall.
"Wow man, whatever. What ya need?"
"Hmmph! Protection of course and a weekend hookup. I'll need you coming all the way to Achenar".
"That's a big ask, that performance will cost ya. I'll need to shoot up a lot".
"Only if it gets too hot too handle. Here's 40,000 credits". The pair departed.
Moments later a mercenary entered the red-light district thinking, 'this is an odd meeting place'.
Title:-Galactic Middens encounter with ??????
Thargoids were believed to be a myth.
An alien race that only true believers believe now.
So when Galactic Midden came back to Lave, no one would believe his encounter.
He said "Look, look, look, look, LOOK!!!! there at this mark on my ship".
"That's where the alien hit me"
"You probably hit the ground AGAIN trying land" Mouse666 replied.
"No, no, no, NO!!!! that mark is where the alien ship hit me".
"Whatever" said Mouse666.
Did Galactic Midden hit the ground?.
Was it a Thargoid?
Did he dream it or was this a close encounter of the 4th kind.
If psykokow isn't paying attention, could someone give him a nudge and make sure he's got Space Oddity cued up on his sound system.
As for the rest of you.. WAKE UP!
This is the last day for entries. We want to read your exactly-100-word stories about "A Close Encounter"
When you need me, but do not want me, I must stay ... When you want me, but do not need me, I must go.