Slipping past the guards I leave danger and Malum's chamber behind; my 'gift' successfully smuggled under voracious eyes.
Believing it a tithe from a family defeated, she'd beamed, lusting to "play with her twelve divines". Her depravity disgusted me! Anger boils within, "such arrogance not to fear retribution, well taste real corruption you heinous murderer!"
Ignoring her shuttle pilot's death rattles I manoeuvre my trophy away.
Aroused and naked singing before her, the cloned divines undulate gracefully in tune with Malum's song.
My doomsday signal triggers... the clones embrace, bare flesh coupling as new genetic bonds begin their nuclear cascade.
<phone>Is that Vantablack? Yes, sorry I don't think your the darkest thing on earth any more.</phone>![]()
I'd just like to apologise to my children, my grand-children and my great-great grand children (as and when or indeed if, the latter two come to be) who will be blighted by the following:
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The alarm clock buzzed exuberantly until Dopey’s mag-boot ended its brief working life.
Why Bashful, even accounting for all the Janxx slammers, had chosen him rather than one of the others: all hard-muscled miners, still escaped him.
An astronavigation specialist, with a 200 IQ, such beauties normally avoided him.
Suddenly anxious that this was some joke, he stretched to retrieve his gear from his jacket, planning to relax in his own special way.
Bashful stirred. “Cold!!” she complained, burying herself deeper under the covers and pulling him back towards her. “You’re the best snuggler ever”, she purred.
He stopped worrying.
Here's my first ever drabble I knocked up on the train tonight. Is this where I post it? Hope so. Guess it's all about smuggling so...
Here's my first ever drabble I knocked up on the train tonight. Is this where I post it? Hope so. Guess it's all about smuggling so...
Crash Drabbling
Gravity sucks. Well technically it attracts. Main motors offline, feds saw to that. Attitude thrusters hanging in there.
Red hot. Plasma blackout. Controls dead. Too steep. She’s screaming. No, that’s me.
Why did I scoop that brandy? Not stolen. Found!
Vibrations bullying every rivet. Eyes sting, can’t see.
Abrupt silence. Blue sky. Clouds. Plummeting. Meteoric.
Maybe it’ll be okay. Hull plating. Pretty sure that was important.
Flaring hard. Low altitude. Sirens. Warnings.
Impact. An 800lb gorilla jumps on me. Crushing.
Darkness. Cooling creaks and ticks. Dust.
"Hello? Galactic Line Insurance? I need to make a claim. Oh, and an ambulance."
Aye carumba.That's smug Ling."
Does that mean we could start the poll early and have 5 days of voting? Plus any extra drabbles can be lodged here just for fun.Ohh is that the 20?
Let the madness begin...well later tonight anyway.![]()