Ian Phillips
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A hot topic this week, set by Rog.
Community Event / Creation Abraka Drabble The Old Official Drabble THIS IS AN EX THREAD IT IS DEADED
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Ian Phillips
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It's a pity that's only eight words, Ian... it's otherwise a natural winner
The rest is in invisible ink. You have to hold the paper close to a source of heat to be able to read it!
Happy now?
The rest is in invisible ink. You have to hold the paper close to a source of heat to be able to read it!
Happy now?
Don't fall for it Dar'koba. He's written his words in Gasoline!
An inflammatory accusation if ever I heard one...
Just a reminder, the new proposed theme/topic for this weeks micro-epics:
FIRE/HEAT.
(Or near offer
)
Right then .. <cracks knuckles>
The Heat
In exothermal oxidation, a flash, fires his high oxygen interior. Combustibles desubstancing; cargos, fuels, skin, igniting in momentary torment; Gas pressure increasing, pops the exterior hull.
Expansive fissuring, an orange flame that cools, rapidly as vacuum moves in. A brief reimplosion; the debris field, crushing, space pressure, low, extruding that chalked Commander.
My own crate too, heat sinks closed as quarry discombobulates, releases. That, discharge and cooling plasma alerts, Zaleda, and from the blue bay pours Vipers; two meet a brace of missiles, my last.
I turn, accelerating to hyper-point, and help;
My "six" pursued, and close, by the Heat.
The Heat
In exothermal oxidation, a flash, fires his high oxygen interior. Combustibles desubstancing; cargos, fuels, skin, igniting in momentary torment; Gas pressure increasing, pops the exterior hull.
Expansive fissuring, an orange flame that cools, rapidly as vacuum moves in. A brief reimplosion; the debris field, crushing, space pressure, low, extruding that chalked Commander.
My own crate too, heat sinks closed as quarry discombobulates, releases. That, discharge and cooling plasma alerts, Zaleda, and from the blue bay pours Vipers; two meet a brace of missiles, my last.
I turn, accelerating to hyper-point, and help;
My "six" pursued, and close, by the Heat.
Hee hee hee. I guess my warning was too late. Eyebrows do grow back.
My week's entry:-
The Frog that Jumped Out of the Pot
That was a narrow escape. My shields had depleted but I destroyed them with my last missile. The scuffle must've got me worked up. I felt hot. I turned down my cabin temperature.
The cargo I've scooped up will be worth a bit. I'm still feeling hot. Instruments confirm my fears. The temperature's rising exponentially.
I can't take it any more. Moving my arm to lift my pistol is an effort. I pull the trigger.
The glass canopy shatters into a cloud of shards which instantly vanishes as hot air boils into space. Ahh! The cool Remlok on my face.
That's nice to know - What about noses???
*Glass* canopy? Ship built in the 2900's? No wonder the heating system went on the blink.
Nice drabble though. Enjoyed it
I still can't find my muse
That's nice to know - What about noses???
*Glass* canopy? Ship built in the 2900's? No wonder the heating system went on the blink.
Nice drabble though. Enjoyed it
I still can't find my muse
Well if you enjoyed the Drabble then that's what matters. I'd rather be happy than right any day. And if there's only going to be two Drabbles entered this week, and everyone has three votes, it means I'm going to be joint first place
As far as that nose thing goes... I don't see any difference between now and before your little mishap, but you can always go visit Minerva if you feel the need.
Ian Phillips
Volunteer Moderator
Ahhhh. Sweet inspiration.
Ian Phillips
Volunteer Moderator
Words of fire
Let the words that form in my mind leap forth in letters of fire higher than a man, to sear their way into the darkest recesses of your mind.
Harbingers of disruption and strife, yes, but also of release, for the message that you see will be burnt into your conscience, a brand to bear for the remainder of your life.
Bathe in the glowing warmth of your shame as we take back what is rightfully ours, wielding the flame of our righteous defiance.
I have dreamed day and night, of this moment, this time.
We
Will
Have
Our
FREEDOM
Let the words that form in my mind leap forth in letters of fire higher than a man, to sear their way into the darkest recesses of your mind.
Harbingers of disruption and strife, yes, but also of release, for the message that you see will be burnt into your conscience, a brand to bear for the remainder of your life.
Bathe in the glowing warmth of your shame as we take back what is rightfully ours, wielding the flame of our righteous defiance.
I have dreamed day and night, of this moment, this time.
We
Will
Have
Our
FREEDOM
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Freeeeedom! *flashes kilt*
Fire/Heat
I don't want to know what you'll come up with in heat :-/
I don't want to know what you'll come up with in heat :-/
Ian Phillips
Volunteer Moderator
As long as its just the kilt we can see....
Yaffle
Volunteer Moderator
Campfire desperation
It had been a hard, bad landing. There was good news; the atmosphere was breathable. There was bad news; her ship was destroyed. Calliope had ejected too late, her escape pod skating across the frozen ground halting miles from her ship near some forest.
Night was coming, the sky slowly revealing unnamed constellations. Animals called in the distance. Collecting together all the wood she could find she sat cross legged in tears; her ancestors could light these to give warmth and protection. For all her advances in technology she could not. Night, its creatures, and cold were nearly upon her.
It had been a hard, bad landing. There was good news; the atmosphere was breathable. There was bad news; her ship was destroyed. Calliope had ejected too late, her escape pod skating across the frozen ground halting miles from her ship near some forest.
Night was coming, the sky slowly revealing unnamed constellations. Animals called in the distance. Collecting together all the wood she could find she sat cross legged in tears; her ancestors could light these to give warmth and protection. For all her advances in technology she could not. Night, its creatures, and cold were nearly upon her.
No point in me writing a drabble now... the last couple have been won by a nose - what chance do I have?
Philip Coutts
Volunteer Moderator
Phoenix
He spoke softly, “Fire has always held a mythical quality, some people believed in a creature called the phoenix, a raptor that could rise from the ashes of destruction, becoming stronger and more beautiful. I am the bird you tried to burn, the worthless slave too sick to work, to scrawny to sell. I survived, reborn in the flames, scarred and burnt but alive and filled with hatred, I am the Phoenix, I have become the creature of those myths. I offer you the redemption of the flames or hopefully in your case the damnation, may you burn in hell……”
He spoke softly, “Fire has always held a mythical quality, some people believed in a creature called the phoenix, a raptor that could rise from the ashes of destruction, becoming stronger and more beautiful. I am the bird you tried to burn, the worthless slave too sick to work, to scrawny to sell. I survived, reborn in the flames, scarred and burnt but alive and filled with hatred, I am the Phoenix, I have become the creature of those myths. I offer you the redemption of the flames or hopefully in your case the damnation, may you burn in hell……”
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