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MrMogadon

MrMogadon
Humanity's Last Hope

Only I see the danger. Immune to their devilish mind-control, but not unaffected. The effort leaves me with constant headaches.

At first, the aliens are easily identifiable and quite helpless.
However, over time they grow more cunning.
Learning to blend in.
Until, eventually, they’re indistinguishable from real people.

No longer knowing who to trust, I work alone.

Often, after killing an alien, their human slave/slaves go berserk and themselves have to be killed.
Unfortunate, but at least they're at peace. Perhaps I sever some neural link.

Machete, pistol, incendiary charges: All Ready.

Coco the Clown’s ready to save humanity.
 
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Listeri69

Listeri69
A Night On The Town.

The pain seared through him like a marathon of lave radio,
The blood forming droplets as they passed through his seeped onesie,
floating around the lakons cockpit resembling dandelion seeds hovering on a summer breeze
One night in a Gothic ice shelf of a hotel the cause.
Shivering hysterically against the bar drinking copious amounts of Hole Heat, the infamous brew from Winnards hole.
That and the curried sprouts he ate in an effort to combat the cold, had ripped through his soft fleshy anus,
sending reverberating shock waves through several systems...
Psykokow took hemorrhoids to the next level

Paranoids...
 
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Sir.Tj

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Sir.Tj
Listeri69 said:
The pain seared through him like a marathon of lave radio,
The blood forming droplets as they passed through his seeped onesie,
floating around the lakons cockpit resembling dandelion seeds hovering on a summer breeze
One night in a Gothic ice shelf of a hotel the cause.
Shivering hysterically against the bar drinking copious amounts of Hole Heat, the infamous brew from Winnards hole.
That and the curried sprouts he ate in an effort to combat the cold, had ripped through his soft fleshy anus,
sending reverberating shock waves through several systems...
Psykokow took hemorrhoids to the next level

Paranoids...
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The world just got a much darker place.......
 

Frank

Frank
The Eagle Has Landed

The joke was that the Alan Shepard Memorial Golf Club lacked atmosphere. What it had was a course where your golfball went a lot further.

Steven Balla-asteroids wasn't playing on form. A couple of drives launched into outer space. A few shots landed in craters. He was usually quite a few strokes below par. He was beginning to suspect foul play from his opponent. "Did you tamper with my balls? Are you beaming subliminal messages into my helmet?"

His opponent was taken aback by the accusations.

Steven's caddy shrugged. "You have to forgive him, he's 'a little over par' annoyed"
 

Listeri69

Listeri69
Frank said:
The joke was that the Alan Shepard Memorial Golf Club lacked atmosphere. What it had was a course where your golfball went a lot further.

Steven Balla-asteroids wasn't playing on form. A couple of drives launched into outer space. A few shots landed in craters. He was usually quite a few strokes below par. He was beginning to suspect foul play from his opponent. "Did you tamper with my balls? Are you beaming subliminal messages into my helmet?"

His opponent was taken aback by the accusations.

Steven's caddy shrugged. "You have to forgive him, he's 'a little over par' annoyed"
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I'll start the booing now..........I'll finish sometime during the drabble show on Friday :D
 

Frank

Frank
Listeri69 said:
I'll start the booing now..........I'll finish sometime during the drabble show on Friday :D
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My Drabble was clearly the best last week. You lot must have deliberately scuppered my chances of winning. It's a conspiracy I tells ya! I made the worst pun possible to get you all back. What has been read cannot be un-read.

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01 - CdrTwisted - The Computer Is Your Friend
02 - T.j - Paranoid! Who me?
03 - DocStone - Python Salvage Report: Crew missing, ship opened to vacuum, final audio log transcript
04 - Telakin - Worst of both worlds
05 - psykokow - The Cost
06 - Alex Merion-Turner - Space Fever
07 - azdour - Deception through obscuration
08 - Galactic Midden - They're not who we think I am
09 - MrMogadon - Humanity's Last Hope
10 - Listeri69 - A Night On The Town.
11 - Frank - The Eagle Has Landed


The challenge we are setting you is to write a story in exactly 100 words. Not a word more. Not a word less.

Amazingly T.j won it last week and set us the topic of

Paranoia (Or infamy, infamy. They've all got in in for me)

The story should be set in the Elite Universe and the exact number of 100 words does not include the title. On Sunday the winner shall have the honour of choosing the next topic. Does anyone else fancy giving the hosting a go? I'll do it if nobody else steps forwards.

A good place to compose your story is recommended by Erik, http://www.wordcounter.net/

Entries to a poll will be limited to the first 20 Drabbles submitted, and the poll might go up early if all those slots are filled but don't let that stop you from showing us what you would have entered in the contest.

Please remember that this is a family forum We want as many people as possible to feel comfortable on this thread. Don't write anything that you wouldn't want to read out in front of your grandparent/grandchild.
 
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MrMogadon

MrMogadon
Frank said:
The joke was that the Alan Shepard Memorial Golf Club lacked atmosphere. What it had was a course where your golfball went a lot further.

Steven Balla-asteroids wasn't playing on form. A couple of drives launched into outer space. A few shots landed in craters. He was usually quite a few strokes below par. He was beginning to suspect foul play from his opponent. "Did you tamper with my balls? Are you beaming subliminal messages into my helmet?"

His opponent was taken aback by the accusations.

Steven's caddy shrugged. "You have to forgive him, he's 'a little over par' annoyed"
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My only response is Really Frank ;)
 
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Goose4291

Banned
Goose4291
Weighing the Odds

The hulk of a Type Seven drifted listlessly in the void, several palladium canisters amongst her wreckage.

Scott sat in the pilot’s seat of his Hauler observing the scene before him. Sensors registered the area as being empty, but something didn't feel right.

Why would any pirate worth their salt leave such a haul behind?

Perhaps they’d filled their hold, and this was the remains of the cargo? Would they return to claim the rest?

A cold chill ran down his spine. Or perhaps this was bait to lure in unsuspecting salvage crews?

His hand rested indecisively on the throttle.
 

Clef_Hanger

Clef_Hanger
Hello chaps,

sorry I missed last week but my awe and congrats to T.j and commiserations to everyone else.

And welcome Alex Merion-Turner, the even-newer-than-me guy.
 

Clef_Hanger

Clef_Hanger
The eagle-shaped, asteroid, rock.

Boost from the station straight out of the dock,
To run with the silence before weapons lock.

Dodging a viper, avoiding the scan,
Escaping the mass-lock as fast as I can.

Is he above me? What was it he said?
He may be behind me, or just up ahead.

The ships on my scanner have all just turned red
It's paranoid fancies, but I'll still be dead.

Why are they firing? What have I done?
So set the controls for the heart of the sun.

Disguised in a vacuum to hide from the flock
I'll be the eagle-shaped, asteroid, rock.
 

Frank

Frank
you'd have got psykokow's hopes up when he saw you'd done a poem where you were looking for words that rhymed with "dock".

But you get a rep from me for the line "So set the controls for the heart of the sun" :)
 

CdrTwisted

CdrTwisted
Does anyone else have the unshakeable feeling that there is a secret cabal of drabblists who hold a meeting each week to decide which of our efforts will win?
 
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