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Zieman

Zieman
Miners' memories

Another sweaty workshift behind, Javier and Imogen relaxed in the lounge. “Phwew, hotter than usual, those radiators need cleaning soon.”, Imogen announced.

“Yeah, almost as warm as the holidays used to be on Magatha as I was a kid. Feels a lot nastier, with all the dust and no wind in these tunnels, and because the sweats isn’t going anywhere in zero-G.”, replied Javier. He continued: “I really miss those carefree days. They seem so far away... heck, they ARE far way, more than a decade and dozens of lightyears behind. How was your childhood?”

“What childhood?”, replied Imogen sourly.
 

azdour

azdour
The harshness of reality

“Oh how I wish I was a child again” sighed the jaded cargo pilot. His shoulders slumped, heavy with a hidden debt.

His face was a rugged portrayal of a hard life. It's deep ridges long since consuming his happy childhood memories of space.

Once his eyes used to glow with awe at the magnificent heavenly orchestra of lights. His lips would smile at the concerto of spinning planets and moons that seemed to sweep him up into their arms to dance in space.

Now, those rose coloured glasses from his youth had gone, replaced by the emptiness of space.
 

Frank

Frank
Childhood's Beginning

Rock Ardman lined up his crosshairs on the Mosquito. Laser death spat from the mouth of his Me-109. "Die Imperial Scum!" as the fighter-bomber dissolved into a bright mushrooming cloud.

"Your tea's ready!"

Rock flicked a switch on his controller and he became Joe, a fat old man, sitting in an armchair in a Spiderman onesie.

His wife stood on the basement stairs scowling at him. He had long since given up on explaining that his games rig used better holo-display technology than the latest Federation fighters.

Her reply had been "Second childhood? You haven't finished your first childhood yet."
 

Ian Phillips

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Ian Phillips
Childhood regrets

The ship coasted along, undeviating and as apparently mindless as it's captain.

He sat in the pilots chair, staring out at the star speckled vista without registering it.

In his mind's eye his last trip home played out over and over. A meeting with a childhood sweetheart. Sitting in the bar, holding her hand and wondering at the ease of contact after so many years alone amongst the stars.

Had he made the right choices all those years ago? Could he have had a different life? A life with someone who loved him?

Slowly he reached for the hyperspace activation.
 

Splendour

Splendour
Above an infant world

This was a young system at the start of its formative years. The warm blanket of the accretion disc circling the new star was broken by glowing points of heat, proto planets. Sal gloried at the sight as the ship dived down towards the largest magma sphere, skimming hot dust radiant in infant suns glow.

Zak called from the copilots panel. "You could hide the entire Federal Navy in this and no one would ever find them. You sure this is the place?"

In the hot gas ahead points of light flashed, thrusters firing as an Anaconda rose into view.
 

MrMogadon

MrMogadon
An Abyssmal Tale

The darkness swarmed and flowed. A malignant thing watching, and waiting, and planning. Hearing a silent laugh behind him, Jack twirled, stumbled and fell into Stygian black. Eventually, hitting bottom, his mouth became a thousand fibrous fingers, smelling of misery, death and strangely, stale cologne.
The darkness ebbed and grew paler; slowly resolving itself into his long-pile rug; his room; his apartment.
As a boy, he had dreaded these nightmares. Traumatising him sometimes for days afterwards
He, now an adult, half out of bed, face-first on the floor, struggling to right himself, laughed at his absurdity.

Childhood, you can keep it!!
 

Darkoba

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MrMogadon said:
The darkness swarmed and flowed. A malignant thing watching, and waiting, and planning. Hearing a silent laugh behind him, Jack twirled, stumbled and fell into Stygian black. Eventually, hitting bottom, his mouth became a thousand fibrous fingers, smelling of misery, death and strangely, stale cologne.
The darkness ebbed and grew paler; slowly resolving itself into his long-pile rug; his room; his apartment.
As a boy, he had dreaded these nightmares. Traumatising him sometimes for days afterwards
He, now an adult, half out of bed, face-first on the floor, struggling to right himself, laughed at his absurdity.

Childhood, you can keep it!!
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Spooky, MrM!:eek:
 

Rollo

R
Haven't had the chance to read many drabbles lately due to severe lumbago pain = Not being able to sit for long.
The last batch though and I'm impressed with the fine quality. Nice ones, everyone!
 

KalRyper

KalRyper
A cool package

Shadow smothered the canister; reclaimed from the void by a cargo scoop. A reversal of its birth, seeded so long ago with its many siblings, now scattered and lost; their birth cry announced by the explosive death of their surrogate parent – Ann O’conda.

Within the metal womb, the canister shed its crystalline skin, warmed by the internal atmosphere, pooling water around the base of its upright form. Despite the scorch marks of a violent birth, its natural stencilled glyphs remained visible: “Elite: Dangerous – Beta Version”.

The crew clustered around the container, eager to open it and revisit their childhood memories.
 

Frank

Frank
Not for the contest - It's just that Mr Mogadon mentioned puns

Jake blanched at the sight of Senator Knout's landcar. The front of it was covered in the human leather of children.

Knout couldn't help smiling at Jake's reaction. "You like it? Slaves in these parts are a little harder to control than those in the core systems." He patted his car, "They know where their sons and daughters could end up if they don't toe the line."

There was still a wry little smile on his lips while he was excusing his behaviour, "Well, I always wanted a human leather car since I was young. This is my second childhood."
 

MrMogadon

MrMogadon
Frank said:
Jake blanched at the sight of Senator Knout's landcar. The front of it was covered in the human leather of children.

Knout couldn't help smiling at Jake's reaction. "You like it? Slaves in these parts are a little harder to control than those in the core systems." He patted his car, "They know where their sons and daughters could end up if they don't toe the line."

There was still a wry little smile on his lips while he was excusing his behaviour, "Well, I always wanted a human leather car since I was young. This is my second childhood."
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That is very dark. Entertaining, but dark. ;)
 

G.T

G.T
A new birth

'Keep breathing Mary...'

The doctor and midwife tried to spur her on, but she had nothing left to give.

'What have you done to me...' she cried as her body fell limp, exhausted and lifeless. With tears in his eyes, the doctor picked up his scalpel and drew a neat line down her abdomen. First the oval head appeared, then two, four and finally six legs. At last the incubation of a Tharglet could lead to a greater understanding, and potentially the destruction, of the greatest threat to man's existence.
 
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Frank

Frank
Voting is going to be so hard to decide this week.

The tales have taken a rather dark turn, but this is because Garthyre has picked a topic as bleak and gruesome as "Childhood". <wry grin>
 

MrMogadon

MrMogadon
Meanwhile, in Frankworld, later the same day....

(Based on an original drabble written by Frank)
Frank said:
Jake blanched at the sight of Senator Knout's landcar. The front of it was covered in the human leather of children.

Knout couldn't help smiling at Jake's reaction. "You like it? Slaves in these parts are a little harder to control than those in the core systems." He patted his car, "They know where their sons and daughters could end up if they don't toe the line."

There was still a wry little smile on his lips while he was excusing his behaviour, "Well, I always wanted a human leather car since I was young. This is my second childhood."
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The door opened, letting a chill blast of night air ripple the gossamer purple curtains surrounding the bed.
‘Are you awake my dear?’ he whispered.
‘Getowtforn, is that you? Is everything okay?’ came the gentle, concerned reply.
‘Better than that’, he whispered, moving swiftly to the bed. Parting the canopy, he gazed adoringly down at his wife. “Today, I’ve solved two problems. An uprising was quashed and more importantly, I’ve found a solution to prevent your hair getting messed up when you are travelling outside”.
“Is it a bonnet?” she said, reaching for the gift
“Something like that”, he smirked.
 
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