Participating in the contest challenge for January 2026:
Hey there, Rook. No, don't take offense - there's no harm in being young. Everyone's got to start somewhere, and this little gas can will do. Less likely to get you shot than most. Take a seat and grab a drink. There's plenty here as had to make a quick jump ahead of the Snoopers and lived to tell the tale, most of 'em even keeping their hard-earned credit stash. And the ones as didn't - well, maybe a young bull could do with a tip or two on how to live without when times get tight.
Pirates? No, Rook, there are no pirates here, not a one. Nasty creatures, pirates. Bug-eye in the back, maybe he knows a guy who knows a guy - he'll give you the dirt on any pirate you can name. And Jet back there, she'll tell you all about her run-in with the Red Hooks and how she turned the tables on them. But no pirates here - we're all good, decent, folk, the kind you want in a pinch. So tell me what you'll have, Rook, and what you're doing in the Outer Cluster. My name? Call me BlackAdder. Captain of the now-defunct Strigian Navy, not-quite-retired. Welcome to my little slice of heaven.
Welcome to BlackAdder's Cantina! Give us a tale or song of the spaceways and your drink's on the house! The best of the bunch will even take home a trinket, a nice little Awardicon worth at least 10K credits and twice that in GPs. Just be sure to keep us awake, nothing longer than 2K words or so. Make sure to link your story in a b-item below.
January 2026 Prompt
Hey, old-timer, you thought this place was closed for good, didn’t you? Well, old BlackAdder wouldn’t let a simple grease fire keep him from re-building. Even when it’s napalm-laced. I mean, my God, the soup wasn’t that bad – and you’d think the Snoopers could catch a guy trailing dream-dust and napalm…
Anyway, what I meant to say is a man’s gotta pay his bills, the grill’s back on and the H2 pumps are on-line, so help yourselves to the bar. We’ve got the best whisky this side of – I mean, yes, it will clean engines but go ahead and drink up. And we’ll put whatever you want on the loaded skins – Tanya’s had a software upgrade and she’s eager to please.
But since you’re here, and if you’d like a free round of the Whisky or whatever Rigan beer you fancy, gather around! Pull up a chair – even the scorched ones near the jukebox – they’re vintage. Lend me your own tales of woe and debt: the kind that won’t forgive, won’t forget, and won’t let you move to Barbados.
Maybe it’s:
• Someone moving a few “mislabeled-but-surely-legal” goods
• Some poor soul with a hull mortgage fatter than old Tony
• Someone whose rich-quick-scheme was vetoed by God
• Or some hard-working schmuck who keeps trying to do things the “right way”
Space opera’s good, and hard luck’s better – as long as it’s someone else’s. Just keep it under 2000 words – everybody’s gotta get a turn in. In any case, tell me who we’re drinking to, and whether they’re the health inspector. Let’s raise a glass!
Congratulations to May's Contest Winner, and thanks for all the entries!
May Entries:
"Night time Cousins" [ASR]
"The Interesting Case of Mrs Ganly" [E]
"New Russia" [13+]
"A Family of Their Own Making" [18+]
Archived Entries and Winners ▶︎
Previous Prompts ▶︎
October 2022 Prompt
People love to whine about how much better life in the past was. People tell me they wish life was simpler, freer, and that we didn't have all the kingdoms and federations up in our personal business, with AI watching our every breath - and sometimes our thoughts. But let me tell you my favorite thing about the time we're living in: the transportation.
It used to be public transportation meant sitting 3cm away from coughing strangers on the way to get your groceries. Now it means an hour in your own private cabin on the way to a beach 20 light years away. But the new hot rods! I look outside my little cantina and I see sleek racers and big buses, cheap sedans and ex-military fighters hot off privateering in the Rim. So I gotta ask: what are you driving? And where are you going?
September 2022 Prompt
Dirty deeds and they got done cheap. Now I know many of the folks hear went to the school of hard knocks. As for those knocks, some of you have been giving and some have been taking. Have any of you ever been paid to cause pain - or been hit by someone who had money to gain by it? If so, bring it by the bar! The next round of drinks is in the honor of whoever brings the best tale of paid woe!
Example Entry:
August 2022 Prompt
Since you're here, you might know, but I wanted to set up my cantina somewhere I could keep my finger on the pulse of the "trade," if you will, right by the Nexus of Star Nations, where the Crilllian Empire's border meets three of its neighbors. It used to be four, of course, but I haven't drunk enough yet to go on about Strigia or the terms of amnesty that keep me from moving on to greener pastures, so to speak.
Now I'm hungry for news, always have been, but even more so with how tight the Empire clamps down on journalists these days. So spill it! There's a round for any sort of rumors of the state of the Empire you won't hear through official channels: whether it's Alarian spies in high tech, the military actions on the southern border with Myrnal, rumors of unrest out by Glenhaven, or something else juicy and unofficial. Let's hear what you've got!
August Example entry:
July 2022 Prompt
What?! You need a prompt too? Well, here's your prompt. We've got a few in the room who knew some smugglers once upon a time. Tell us about your encounters with the Law. Or, if you're the respectable type, maybe you've got a friend whose story you can share...
Or wait a few days for an example - someone's sure to speak up. Just make sure you make your little contribution by the end of July.
In fact, there's a gentleman with a story to share right now:
Rules ▶︎
I'd like to try something a little different.
Each entry that is written for specifically the contest (entries previously written for other purposes are not allowed) and is less than 2K words long (including lyrical poems or short stories but not screenplays) will receive a rating. If that rating meets or exceeds 4 stars, it will receive a (hopefully) thoughtful review.
Other entries will receive a short response. Any entry that meets or exceeds a 4-star rating will become canon in the universe of BlackAdder's cantina and will begin to flesh out that place (I welcome naming suggestions for worlds and locations within that universe). My hope is to build this universe over multiple months as the contest goes on.
All legal entries will be rated. As long as at least one entry with a 4-star rating or better is submitted, the contest will be considered valid, and one reward will be given to the chosen entry - this will include an awardicon worth at least 10K and a GP prize of 20K. Let the stories begin!
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