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These are the first drabbles that I have already completed. Pick your favorite!

1. Mist

Commander Marmott tugged the braided reigns of her giant snail steed impatiently. On cold mornings like this, he was always reluctant to slide out over the frostbitten mud. Marmott bit her ring finger and pulled her glove off with her teeth as she rummaged in her pockets. She pulled out a long cigarette and copper lighter. Replacing her glove with the slender cigarette, she set it aflame and blew smoke into the heavy morning air. She took a deep breath and coughed as the foggy mist invaded her lungs.
What she wouldn’t give for a cup of coffee right now.

2. Detrimental

“Of course, the most you would have to worry about is sinking, eh, Cobalt?”
He glanced at the detrimental grins around him and chuckled.
“Yeah, pretty much.”
He smiled through the taunts and insults everyday; this was just another one of those occasions. If he kept his head down, agreed, laughed with them, they would soon ignore him and pick on someone else. Cobalt pushed steadily upon the metal siding as his superior bolted it to the skeleton. He smiled a little, kept his eyes on his task, and tried to ignore the biting shiver that welled in his chest when he imagined the gray ocean crashing through the thin metallic coating of the submarine.

3: Idea

Loque had many incomplete ideas.
When an idea is in the drafting stages it is common for most inventors to stay holed up, away from anyone, to work frevorously on it until it is perfected. Or, at least, that’s what all the other inverters do.
Loque couldn’t exactly call his lab secluded.
Not with a small boy trailing behind him, beaming, gripping his sleeves, questioning everything.
Even though he knew the boy couldn’t possibly understand his complex thoughts, he chuckled and explained them as best as he could.
No, Loque’s ideas could not be perfected before they were released. But he didn’t mind.

4. Somnambulist

With shaking hands, Siffon gripped the splintering handle of his ax. Standing slowly, stumbling like a somnambulist, he raised his weapon to his chest. Raising his lidded eyes to his adversary, a trail of spit sliding down his chin, Siffon took a step forward.
And took another step.
And another.
Pina had never seen the weakling boy ever rise again after one of his coughing fits. Though, just moments before, he had wheezed himself into unconsciousness, Siffon stood again and approached the trembling, bloody, feathered body of the last Harping crow.
She noticed how his chest no longer heaved in agony. In fact, he wasn’t breathing at all.

5. Internal

Like an empty tent released from its frame, Tokuri’s empty stomach collapsed. He grimaced and folded his hands over his internal earthquake, trying to steady the loud rumbling. After nine hours of hiking with only a small catfish for breakfast, Tokuri could feel his strength dwindle with each stride. It didn’t help that an extra passenger had perched on his shoulders for the duration of the trek, and sat there presently, cheerfully weaving flowers into a chain. His roaring, disgruntled appetite did not go unnoticed, much to his displeasure.
Siffon, panting beside him, smiled. “I thought you said you weren’t hungry.”

So that's all I have so far. I look forward to writing more as soon as possible. Everyone else, go ahead and post what you have done so far to create a sense of completion.