Welcome to Another Drabble week, and a nice round number of 3.45 drabbles entered.

Congratulations to Simoof on his win, and thanks for this weeks theme "Out Of Reach"..

Do join us for the live readings on http://twitch.tv/psykokow from 7pm (BST)

Right ON with the offerings for this week.


Drabble Number : 01
Author : Frank
Link : https://forums.frontier.co.uk/showth...=1#post6979870
Title: Message in a Klein Bottle
Drabble :
The Fuelrat commander entered and nodded to the comms officer, "Let's hear the message."

He tweeked his equipment until a faded voice crackled over the static, "...hyperdicted by Thargoids... ...trapped in Witchspace... ...no fuel..."

The comms officer sighed. "The message just repeats. We tried to contact him, tell him there's no way we can get fuel to him. Either he can't hear us, or he doesn't want to hear us. What can we do?"

The Fuelrat avoided eye contact with the comms officer. "If you were in the same position as that stranded pilot, you'd grasp at straws as well."

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Drabble Number : 2
Author : Simoof
Link : https://forums.frontier.co.uk/showth...=1#post6980211
Title: This new Sclubbery 5 and 2 song has a good beat
Drabble :
Pirate Angrybumfiddlermans favourite song played on't radio...


When the void, makes you psychotic,
You may shoot at us, We'll rip off your wee *redacted*
With your reams, of cargoes bountiful,
You may fly away, but we will find you


Don't like that ship your flying,
We like to see you dying,
Don't you ever forget that
We've caught you you smelly ars, hole


Breach through their rears,
Explore their orrifices,
Breach til theres tears,
Don't stop til they are bleeding,
Breach then drink beers,
Killing is thirsty work and thems no lies,
Breach til brown tears run down their thighs.

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Drabble Number : 3
Author : TheOriginalB
Link : https://forums.frontier.co.uk/showth...=1#post6980441
Title: The Story of the Story (aka Everything Trends Upward When You're At The Bottom)
Drabble :
Once again, our fearless writer sat down to face this week's Drabble challenge.

He stared at his screen, willing words to come out and tell a succinct - yet memorable - story, one that would help him win the poll and raise his status amongst his peers. How could he, in the most parsimonious fashion, convey what simple thoughts ran through his head? How could he hope to win this week if he couldn't even bring his words to the page in a meaningful way? HOW COULD HE WORD GOOD?

The answer, like success, like the challenge title, was out of reach.

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Drabble Number : 4
Author : Phong
Link : https://forums.frontier.co.uk/showth...=1#post6982255
Title: Silent Auction
Drabble :
The gnome knows kow,nodding knowingly at the gnu who knew kow too.The atmosphere was tense.There was nothing quite like the blind auction about to take place,and extraordinary measures had been taken to ensure that only the richest and most powerful could attend.Having been marrooned within the permit locked zone for some considerable time,the item they strove to acquire rocketed in price as they spat and shouted at each other.'Where's your bid,eh?' screamed Anna Condor triumphantly as she held aloft her prize,single sheet of Abbrakadrabble bog-roll fluttering in the breeze,thighs squelching.

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Drabble Number : 5
Author : Frank
Link : https://forums.frontier.co.uk/showth...=1#post6984490
Title: Secret Vandal
Drabble :
Commander Kilroy's gastank was filled with a special concoction to extend his jumprange, he'd fitted a Guardian range-extender, and found a remote part of the galaxy where a neutron star gave access to a very distant cluster of stars that also contained another neutron supercharger for safe return.

He walked out his Asp onto the lonely moon. The sky was desolate of stars. Spraycans don't work here, and also their paints would soon bleach.

He drew a broken line in the moondust, filled the breaks with hands and an overhanging nose "KILROY WOZ ERE".

Nobody else would ever see this.

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Drabble Number : 6
Author : Listeri69
Link : https://forums.frontier.co.uk/showth...=1#post6989277
Title: Out Of The Way
Drabble :
Most things were out of reach for Tommy, His shoelaces and willy for two.
But the latest thing that was out of reach were the controls to his ship
He'd previously managed to manuver the controls with his moobs
but now the fat rolls had started firing his shaft off at random intervals
He needed controls he could use and fly his anaconda better than ever
Winching him into the ship the cranes groaned in zero-g
He ran into the cockpit like cold custard being poured on to an apple pie
Tommy sharted
The ship splatted into the toast rack

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Drabble Number : 7
Author : Ninj
Link : https://forums.frontier.co.uk/showth...=1#post6989303
Title: Marooned: Five out of five solution provided by the saviour himself.
Drabble :
Just aim for the bowl and squeeze so tight
Strengthen my grip and it will be all right
It's gonna be okay, straining away
Relief is on its way!


But wheres the bog roll? (Coloured peach)
It's the other side of the room, out of reach
You've got to be kidding, I'm not willing
To paint my anacondas bathroom this shade of brown.


My cheeks are splattered with a moof like mess
There's only one solution to this, I confess : Yeah!
I've got to twerk like jesus
I've got to twerk like jesus
I've got to twerk like jesus!