View Poll Results: Top 3 Choices of Drabbles

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  • 1 : Musashi : The Trouble With A New Hope

    9 30.00%
  • 2 : Frank : Closed Most Hours

    1 3.33%
  • 3 : Cathy : Survival

    8 26.67%
  • 4 : Gavthomas : Love Lost

    5 16.67%
  • 5 : Ian Phillips : Damage Limitation

    6 20.00%
  • 6 : Psykokow : Get Stuffed

    6 20.00%
  • 7 : Slythe : Trumble to the Rescue

    4 13.33%
  • 8 : The Lone Gunman : Two Cute

    4 13.33%
  • 9 : Luniticisi : A Trumbled Trip

    2 6.67%
  • 10 : Nagual : Trumble Man...

    1 3.33%
  • 11 : Darren Grey : Toying With Creation

    7 23.33%
  • 12 : Scorpio : Trumbles and Strife

    3 10.00%
  • 13 : Bikky : Trumbles: Federation Station Appocolypse

    2 6.67%
  • 14 : Phoenix_Dfire :

    4 13.33%
  • 15 : Darkoba : Clouded Judgement

    3 10.00%
  • 16 : Gimi : So Close

    4 13.33%
  • 17 : T.J. : He's a dedicated Follower of fashion

    4 13.33%
  • 18 : Insanephoton : Origin of the Problem

    2 6.67%
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Thread: [DRABBLE POLL] Topic : Trumbles.

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    [DRABBLE POLL] Topic : Trumbles.

    THis weeks topic for Drabbles was Trumbles.

    SO please read through the drabbles and pick your top 3 and vote for them.

    3 votes only and NO VOTING for your own submissions...

    EVERYONE can vote, you don't need to have entered and please do give your feedback in this thread too..

    Drabble Number : 1
    Author : Musashi
    Title: The Trouble With A New Hope
    Drabble :
    "...So," recounted Grandpa-894, "Great-Great-Grandpa-1 fled the persecution on the Ball-of-Rock and came to live in the Box-of-Metal with his wife. And here we all are!"

    The countless thousands of various Trumble generations cooed as he finished the tale. He especially liked telling it to his great-great-great-grandchildren; they were more appreciative.

    It had grown hotter over the last few minutes, and Grandpa-894 wandered over to the porthole. A huge blazing sphere hung there, growing bigger even as he watched.


    "What’s that?” asked Great-Grandson-61257, the inveterate worrier.

    "A good omen, my boy," replied Grandpa. "It means our future will be bright!"

    Drabble Number : 2
    Author : Frank
    Title: Closed Most Hours
    Drabble :
    HMSS York glides its way to New New England. Within its galley, cook has just made a fresh batch of Yorkshire Puddings. Famous zero G cricketer Trew Fredman follows his nose to the freshly-baked pile. "Ay up cook. You outdone yoorsel'. You must be t' greatest cook int' entire gaalaxy!"

    Cook Gladys Emasculate brandishes her rolling pin "You leave t' puddin's alone. And don't be puttin' no t' Roast Chicken with them. That's just t' saacrilege"

    The cook and the cricketer stare at each other wordlessly until the cook emits a single "t"...

    Followed by "And it'll give you t'rumbles"


    Drabble Number : 3
    Author : Cathy
    Title: Survival
    Drabble :
    Larry knew it was all his fault.

    His fault that their cargo was trashed, the nav computer blank, the comms on the fritz; his fault that they couldn't have a decent wash, sleep in their own bunks or even take a dump in private; that they were stranded, engines innoperable now for six weeks, rations exhausted... because he didn't do a proper scan before leaving that last outpost. They weren't likely to die any time soon, but...

    Larry couldn't apologise enough. He risked a question of his companion who stabbed sullenly with a fork.

    "How's your trumble?"

    Frank scowled. "Over-cooked."


    Drabble Number : 4
    Author : Gavthomas
    Title: Love Lost
    Drabble : Daisy and Mark held each other close. They were all they had in the world, the only ones who understood, cared and existed for each other. The unbearably cramped conditions, the moaning and wailing of others... the sobbing and sheer helplessness. They looked into eachothers eyes trying to hold back the tears so as not to upset the other but knew they could not survive much longer in these conditions. Whether they starved or were crushed to death was unimportant, as long as they died together. The temperature was suddenly rising, so very hot, the two trumbles were no more.


    Drabble Number : 5
    Author : Ian Phillips
    Title: Damage Limitation
    Drabble :
    No Ma'am, it isn't a space rat.
    It's a specially arranged shipboard pet.
    No, no, they are completely harmless. They are simply cute and are an exclusive feature of our ship, to help to keep our passengers in single cabins company.
    Yes, they come in various colourations. Purple? I'll see if I can arrange something Ma'am.

    Kitchens? Have you got a purple one there? Oh, good. No, just one. Don’t butcher it. Get it packaged up and sent to cabin 5.63, there is an elderly lady there that wants a purple one.

    Hello? No Sir, it isn't a space rat.


    Drabble Number : 6
    Author : Psykokow
    Title: Get Stuffed
    Drabble :
    The comms device burst into life
    'for GODS SAKE hurry up they're about to scan us'
    Brian and Fred hit the comms button screaming back 'We're going as fast as we can!!!'
    'SERIOUSLY... You have 5 minutes to get that cargo hidden'
    Fred looked at Brian.
    Brian Pleaded 'NO more please.... I can't take it'
    Fred smirked... 'you heard the captain... only 5 to go'
    A tear rolled down Brians cheek...
    Minutes passed with Fred and Brian straining hard
    'WHATS THE HOLD UP' Screamed the comms box.
    Fred snapped back 'Theres only so many Trumbles I can fit in Brian'


    Drabble Number : 7
    Author : Slythe
    Title: Trumble to the Rescue
    Drabble :
    Commander Losi wakes to find the Trumble next to his bunk.
    "What the hell do you want?"
    The Trumble gazes back.
    "Go bother someone else!"
    The Trumble gazes back.
    "What is it?"
    The Trumble gazes back.
    "Is something wrong?"
    The Trumble gazes back.
    "Crewman Timmy feeds you. Go bother him!"
    The Trumble gazes back.
    "Is something wrong with Crewman Timmy?"
    The Trumble gazes back.
    "Has Crewman Timmy had an accident?"
    The Trumble gazes back.
    "Crewman Timmy has fallen through the cargo hatch?"
    The Trumble gazes back.
    "Buggrit! Not again. I'll be down as soon as I find a clean onesie."


    Drabble Number : 8
    Author : The Lone Gunman
    Title: Two Cute
    Drabble :
    A war of annihilation had been waged for so long against the Tumbles, it had been close to defeat once for them, but now they were winning against their deadliest foes

    The fighting for control of their derelict ship on the moon was almost won

    Their foes had bought up their Dragon, but they had overpowered it, green soup lay everywhere

    And damn those whistling sounds the enemy made as they died!

    Yes their foes knitted armour were no defense

    The last of them lay wounded, looking up whistling for mercy!
    None was shown as the Clangers race was eliminated.


    Drabble Number : 9
    Author : Luniticisi
    Title: A Trumbled Trip
    Drabble :
    Although the space around him was infinite, Lenny could feel the stars closing in.

    His progress was slow.

    >Always look down, hull-walking 101<

    His EVA suit restricting his movement.

    A Trumble had worked itself into the intake valve.

    System purge had failed.

    He'd have to grab the blighter himself.

    He was going in..

    "What are you up-to in there?" George asked.

    Opening the toilet door, George found Lenny, onesie around his ankles, grinning inanely at him, holding aloft his brown prize.

    "George, look..


    "Not Again Lenny! What have I told you about stealing 'The sweets' from the cargo hold!"


    Drabble Number : 10
    Author : Nagual
    Title: Trumble Man...
    Drabble :
    I'm ready to make it
    Don't care what the weather
    Don't care 'bout trumbles
    Got myself together
    I feel the kind of protection
    That's all around me

    I come up hard,
    I be for real,
    With trumbles in mind
    Movin', goin' to town

    I come up hard
    I come up, gettin' down
    There's only three things fo' sho'
    Taxes, death and trumbles

    'I'm on the ground, '

    Woo, I come up hard
    But now I've cooled
    I didn't make it, baby
    Playin' by the rules

    Come up hard, baby
    Now, I'm fine, I'm
    Checkin' trumbles, sugar
    Trumbles down the line, baby.


    Drabble Number : 11
    Author : Darren Grey
    Title: Toying With Creation
    Drabble :
    The old scientist cackled as he finished tweaking the genetic sequencing algorithm.

    “What’s so funny, granddad?” asked the doe-eyed girl beside him.

    “My vunderful creation, it ist nearly complete! Zis creature shall terrorize the galaxy, multiplying uncontrollably vilst beink immune to harm. It ist beauuuutiful!”

    “Looks ugly to me, granddad. Why is it so big with giant teeth?”

    “To eat people, of course! Wouldn’t be very terrorizing otherwise. Now, I am going for a nap. Touch nothink vilst I am avay!”

    The girl hesitated before grabbing the sequencer controls. “Now then, Mr Trumble, let’s see about making you more CUTE!”


    Drabble Number : 12
    Author : Scorpio
    Title: Trumbles and Strife
    Drabble : Deep within no-mans land on war torn New Belgium,Imperial trooper Atkins of the second dragoon guards sat shivering in his slit trench squeezing the last drops from his Emperor's choice tea bag into his mug. He could see the stars above him; He knew that on one of those lights was a home where his beloved poor blind Rosie would be stroking the rug and beating dust out of Timmy the cat.
    The soldier lit his last Imperial service cigarette, puffed, and crooned softly to himself.
    ' Pack up your trumbles in your old kit bag, and smile, smile, smile.'


    Drabble Number : 13
    Author : Bikky
    Link :
    Title: Trumbles: Federation Station Appocolypse
    Drabble :
    Chomp, Chomp, Chomp, Chomp, Chomp
    ‘Lights out in block four.’
    Chomp, Chomp, Chomp, Chomp, Chomp
    ‘All services out, block seven.’
    Chomp, Chomp, Chomp, Chomp, Chomp
    ‘Sector three is dead Sir.’
    Chomp, Chomp, Chomp, Chomp, Chomp
    ‘Comms offline in sector five.’
    Chomp, Chomp, Chomp, Chomp, Chomp
    ‘All of block six offline.’
    Chomp, Chomp, Chomp, Chomp, Chomp
    ‘Sir what’s going on here?’
    Chomp, Chomp, Chomp, Chomp, Chomp
    ‘Sir sector five is offline.’
    Chomp, Chomp, Chomp, Chomp, Chomp
    ‘Get me the docking manifest for the last twelve hours, NOW!’
    ‘On-screen Sir.’
    ‘Damn, Imperial Trader, They’ve docked and left the station infested with Trumbles.’


    Drabble Number : 14
    Author : Phoenix_Dfire
    Title: 0
    Drabble : At the Thargoid and Fer-de-lance Bar, Davie knew he’s had too much to drink when he announced to the world that he was going to do his party trick. If Mac ever found out about this he knew he’d be fired so fast, there’s be skid marks on the landing bay. Deftly he picked up his musical instrument and set it up on the stage.
    “Inside this box are 32 neutard Thrumbles.” He drunkenly announced. “Each Thrumble has been trained to squeak a particular note.”
    He belched.
    “I shall now play the Blue Danube.” He said, reaching for the Mallets.


    Drabble Number : 15
    Author : Darkoba
    Link :
    Title: Clouded Judgement
    Drabble : "The stricken Cobra weaved in and out of the icy rings around the planet, chased by a Thargoid ship.

    "I must evade him a bit longer" the pilot thought.

    Distantly, a huge, abandoned freighter. "Maybe I can hide".

    The gaps between three ships narrowed.

    "That freighter has a strange finish, sort of hairy? Aaargh!"

    Recognition, stick back, tight turn around the freighter. The jet blast blows a cloud of Trumbles off the wreck's skin.

    The Thargoid, intent, takes a short-cut through the cloud. Some Trumbles stick, clog vents, kill the ship.

    The Cobra limps home. "Trumbles can have their uses."


    Drabble Number : 16
    Author : Gimi
    Title: So Close
    Drabble :
    His head jerked up, his mind struggling to pull itself out of its intoxicated state.

    He listened intently and there it was again, a whisper at the next table, that word.

    He jolted from the table and ran towards the exit.

    The bartender shouted something about the bill behind him, but he didn't care.

    As he ran down the corridor he could hear the low rumble of people panicking behind him.

    He raced for his ship, struggling to stay focused.

    As he powered up the announcement came, "Emergency station lock down, Trumble infestation, all ships are quarantined until further notice".


    Drabble Number : 17
    Author : T.J.
    Link :
    Title: He's a dedicated Follower of fashion
    Drabble : "His hands moved deftly as he grabbed another squirming furry bundle from the bag.

    'Hold stillll ya wee hairrrry thingggy.' He gutturally commanded.

    The machine hit home repeatedly, each thud causing a annoyed squeak of indignation.


    His grasping hands plunged into the bag repeatedly.




    Eventually he examined the completed maniacal masterpiece, before slipping it over his pallid legs and torso.

    300 pairs of very disgruntled eyes glared pointedly from the mirror's reflection at the lunatic Scotsman admiring the insanity of the first and probably only living trumble onsie.
    He grinned. The ED launch party was tomorrow."
    Drabble Number : 18
    Author : Insanephoton
    Title: Origin of the Problem
    Drabble : "Classified : Ultra Secret
    Subject: Trumbles
    Analysis of biological material indicate that the organisms are not natural. Investigations into GenFun have however proved beyond doubt that they did not create them.
    The current hypothesis is that Trumbles are a form of biological weapon. They have been deliberately designed to be appealing to humans to ensure their spread. The idea appears to be to use them to destroy food supplies and generally cause problems with their rapid population growth.
    All evidence points to the Thargoids as being the creators of Trumbles.
    Destruction of FunGen laboratory on Ensoreus highly recommended.
    Message Ends."

  2. #2
    Very difficult to pick this time, they're all so damn good.

  3. #3
    Originally Posted by Slythe View Post (Source)
    Very difficult to pick this time, they're all so damn good.
    It's trumbling impossible!

  4. #4
    There may be trumble ahead...

  5. #5
    Double Elite Global Moderator Sir.Tj's Avatar
    Its gonna be like Ali and Foreman's rumble in the trumble.

  6. #6
    This could go on for a while ... it's slightly Trumbling

  7. #7
    Shaping up nice and evenly at the mo, I particularly like Cathy and Illus

  8. #8
    Looks like no one is a Marvin Gaye fan. Or maybe they are and hate the Trumble version...

  9. #9
    We currently have 3 4's and 5 3's. Looks like it'll be another close week!

  10. #10
    Here we go again!

    neck on neck race with 7 drabbles at the moment.

  11. #11
    Double Elite Global Moderator Sir.Tj's Avatar
    Looks as if mine may trumble along behind the pack this week.

  12. #12
    I keep thinking of new idea's for drabbles about Trumbles that I should have written.

    EDIT, like this one:

    Cathy: "How many?"
    TJ: "They must be wall to wall in there. Look at those ammo counters go!"
    The muffled booming of the sentry guns downstairs finally ceases as they exhaust their ammunition.
    Psykokow: "Ach min. Ah was gettin' short tay! noo aam gonnae buy it oan thes rock..."
    Musashi: "Give us a break, Psykokow."
    TJ: "They're in the complex!"
    Suddenly the lights go out.
    Cathy: "They cut the power!"
    Psykokow: "Whit dae ye pure techt? HHoo coods they cut th' power, cheil? They're animals!"
    TJ: "It's game time."
    The ceiling explodes and their Trumbles begin to pour in.

  13. #13
    Or this one as a sequel to the one above:

    Psykokow: "Gie them!"
    They open fire, the room lit by their muzzle flashes.
    Psykokow: "Swatch it! there's mair ay them!"
    Cathy: "Get to Medical!"
    TJ: "Psykokow, look out!"
    Psykokow: "Die! Die! Die!"
    TJ: "Psykokow!"
    Psykokow: "Come gie it, bairn! Ah huvnae got aw day! 'main 'en! Ye tay! Ye want some ay thes?"
    Psykokow is so busy yelling and shooting that he doesn't notice the floor panel lift under him.
    Psykokow: "Aaargh! TJ, TJ!"
    He falls through, disappearing under the living carpet of Trumbles.
    TJ: "Psykokow!"
    Musashi: "Come on, TJ!"
    Musashi grabs TJ and they leave Psykokow to his fate.

    EDIT: Improved scottish.

  14. #14
    Double Elite Global Moderator Sir.Tj's Avatar
    Loving this.

    Note to self: Trumble onsies obviously not a vote winner.

  15. #15
    I was close to voting for the trumble onesie, but there were so many good drabbles this week it got edged out...

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