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It is possible to just count words yourself, you know :p

No it isn't. This is the 2010's... we can't even go shopping without firing up a computer controlled car, and plotting the route on sat nav.


However if that website is used... write your story, count the words, THEN put in the apostrophes.
 

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He was excited that the package had arrived. It was the new super-duper nervous system thought control interface kit. The advert had said “Become one with your spaceship! Be a single entity running through the stars effortlessly dodging asteroids. Pirates will explode on your merest whim!”

After much banging, hammering and welding he slipped the plug into his neural interface. He yelled in pain. All the control jets and valves fluttered uncontrollably, and the undercarriage retracted causing the spaceship to land with a thump. He scampered over to disarm the now active missile.

He got out his mouse and keyboard.

The slow one jabs me with his pencil. I crackle and spark. The patient one speaks.

"Larry, stop."

So audio still functions. Motor skills don’t.

"Frank?"

"What?"

"Can’t we just buy another?"

The patient one sighs, peering into my circuits.

"Can’t afford it. And dammit, Larry, you know this one wasn’t designed for… that sort of thing."

More sighs; jabs; recriminations. I would suggest they use each other, but basic cleaner builds like me have no voice.

Then it goes dark.

"Crap. We’ll get another."

"Great! Can we get a female model this time? This one’s stubble makes me itch."

Damien looked intensely over the model before him. Her long, slim legs, the graceful curves of her body, the demure face… He shivered with delight.

“Is she fully equipped?” he asked. “For… everything?”

The salesman adjusted his visor. “Why, yessir. As the latest in organic and cybernetic fusion technology she is capable of all manner of… functions. She is even self-cleaning and auto-repairing.”

“Mm, good.” He wanted her badly, so very badly. But the price was extreme. Could he justify it?

Her wide eyes blinked at him and she bleated a gentle “baaa” sound. All willpower shattered. “I’ll take her!”

All excellent, All borderline naughty :D Personally, really can't choose between them. Although, I'm dreading what a certain onsie obsessed Scotsman's contribution will be :rolleyes:
 

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Rock jocking is a dangerous occupation. In the end you always lose bits of yourself. I've just had this 'extra strength' addition fitted. Lost both legs and an arm years ago.

Yeah, I've heard all the jokes about how cyborg fittings cost an arm and a leg before you even start paying for them.

This one seemed like good bargain though. It works OK too. A bit bulky maybe, but thats because of all the self balancing needed to compensate for the ‘equal and opposite reaction’ problem.

But I’m really unhappy about the recharging procedure.

“Just bend over” he said.
 
Good Vibrations

It was dark and the humming had finally stopped.. bodies strewn everywhere like a total nightmare, the shrieking and crying had been unbearable... how could they tolerate any more. The scene was a dark room, velvet adorned all furniture and small red lights were scattered on the walls flickering like aftershocks from the event.

Susan awoke in the bed saturated with sweat, tried to cast her mind back to the goings on on the evening.
Dr C Borg... he was to blame... he's the one who suggested the VJayJay blaster.. with AI.. she heard the buzzing creeping up behind her..
 
Aha! so I fell foul of the word-count. Ironically I used the website because I don't have Word, and had to cut it down (it was 114 words originally).

So what's the proper method for those that don't use Word? Manual count? Seems a bit 19th century to me.
 

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I don't actually have word on my PC at home, but windows came installed with Microsoft Word starter 2010, which has a word counter.

That is what I have used. Got a bit of a shock when it said my drabble had 101 words, until I figured out that a line at the end of the text had been counted as a word...
 

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It's time folks.

I declare Darren Grey the winner. He has had a pretty good week with his drabbles , getting one in the newsletter and taking 50% of the votes here.

Congratulations and what is the next subject, oh drabble master?
 
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Zero G: Free Fall

Frank shrugged his shoulders when the capsule eventually ran out of fuel. He was a real spaceman, surgically altered when young to cope with Zero G. But he still enjoyed playing with microgravity.

He now had nothing better to do. He took out three pairs of balls, each pair connected by a length of string. He got his balls orbiting each other in strange intricate paths.

He knew that the rotating balls weren't really floating in front of his eyes. Well! It all depends on your frame of reference. The capsule was silently plummeting towards the surface of a moon.
 
Zero G: Oh balls

A ship gently drifted through the cosmos. Drifting along, on the interstellar winds. The inhabitants of the craft however weren’t enjoying the experience of floating completely free.

‘I warned you last time.’

‘Sorry’

‘Sorry’s no good now is it? You incompetent twerp.’ The captain fumed

There was a Fzzz-Crackle-pop as sparks flew everywhere, the popping still echoing around the hull. The air was getting stale from lack of life support systems.

‘Hopefully that distress beacon still works and someone will come, We’ve only got about twenty hours. Those vacuum toilets only work when you sit down…. Now there’s **** EVERYWHERE.”
 
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