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Untitled written by Nicholas Woods   With a red hot furnace for a face, Lewis gulped the last of his beer. He never let them sit long enough to lose any bit of their chill. The Miller light was still plenty cold in his mouth and it reminded him of his parent’s basement growing up, memories he quickly pushed away. He had come to the bar at the request of mark reluctantly. They had grown apart even though they’d never admit it to each other. Mark had always relied on Lewis and he felt the weight of that responsibility tugging at him when Mark lost his job last year. He got him a job trimming trees and had warned him not to...

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Lost Contact - 2

Lost Contact - 2 written by Rob Bown   Booting personal log: 12/10/3045 [2149] Personnel: Captain Thad Jannick It’s gone, it’s fucking gone. The HMS Protector collided with Epsilon-12 earlier. I watched it, I watched the destruction, I watched the death. All those people, they didn’t stand a chance. No time for lifeboats, too little warning...no time...no...time.   Booting personal log: 13/10/3045 [1923] Personnel: Engineer Hyacinth Rakley We’re heading towards HQ. Epsilon-12 was destroyed and we got front row seats to the slaughter. We need to figure out what’s happening with the signal before more stations are lost. It’s not like the Protector could’ve done anything about it, they don’t have access to manual maneuvering, why would they?  They’re kitted out for combat,...

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Tales From The Cryptic

Tales From The Cryptic: Two Saturdays From Now written by Steve Ferguson Instagram: @aliendays25   I first saw you chasing suitors away with a flick of the wrist. They always seemed to pass in and out of your life. But you also saw me, which was strange as you were so full of life. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe I wasn’t supposed to be here.  But I’m never wrong.  It was uncharacteristically warm they tell me. I saw trickles of sweat on brows of the young men. An inconvenience for the sake of pleats, bows, and hats. You were sweating, more fiercely than the others, as if you had caged fire inside your heart and even the coldest arctic frost would never...

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Lost Contact - 1

Lost Contact - 1 written by Rob Bown The icy crust breaks around the seal on the entry to the SMN Cutty - atmospheric venting. She’s a modest ship, outfitted for mining duties by the look of it. The first intruder steps through the threshold, their boots maglock to the inside of the hull. They glance left and right and head towards the command console, their headlamp cuts a swathe through the darkness. Dust meanders through the shaft of light, drifting with the change in air pressure. Two more follow, each looking left and right then heading in other directions. By the time the third one is through the airlock the first has the command console online.                 ‘Access all logs, I...

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One and Many

One and Many written by Mircea Andronescu   Instagram: @andronescumircea The night was slowly setting on by the side of the old mountain. Hundreds of giant, red-leafed trees eagerly sucked in the remaining light through their tiny invisible mouths. Autumn’s cold touch had also brought in a milky white mist that covered the river valley between the mountains. A pack of wolves came out of the red forest and made for the valley. The hunt had brought them to the edge of their turf. They slowed their pace, broke formation and entered the mist covered river bed.  A dozen furry sharks, only the hair on their back standing out in this sea of milk. In the far distance, looking like a boat that was...

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