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Glitch-2

Glitch written by Pedro Lins  Instagram: @rockemquadrinhos The deepest place of Hecate – name of a Chat-Bar that refers to a moon’s deep abyss, where the souls suffer and are punished for the things they did after becoming spiritual beings.              “The deepest place of Hecate” is an almost decayed Chat-Bar that, nowadays, with a new pandemic ravaging the Ancient Mother (Earth), survived underhand after the curfew. Stinky from ragged tobacco smoke and past due motor oil served to automatons that should be offline, but, for some reason, rebelled against their standard, were also where people composted, mostly, of flesh and bones – alive, yet not so much; human, although not much – met after a match to meet physically. In person, well, at least at...

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Diamonds and Dust

Diamonds and Dust written by Grzegorz W. Muskotumblr: @gwmusko   In the taverns of the Abandoned Reach, human patrons are advised to keep their voices low and their presence scarce. Vrubel had planned to do so, but then the conversation turned to diamonds. “Just tell me, one more time, how big is this planet?” The Sovian turned his heads and sighed, draining his drinks before repeating, “about the size of the Earth-moon, give or take.” Vrubel leaned in, “and she lives there all by herself?” “Yes, I already told you,” the Sovian snapped, his three sets of needle teeth glinting in the bars blue light. “She’s lived there for god knows how long.” Vrubel felt the excited thumping of his heart and tried his...

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Untitled

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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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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Windows 95

Windows 95 written by Robert Spary-Smith   Instagram: @robsparysmith It boots up. I didn’t think it stood a chance. How I managed to clean the innards of this archaic beast I’ll never know. My tent neighbour traded me his almost worn to a spike toothbrush and some white spirit. I’ll miss my lighter… It seems almost fitting that the boot up occurred almost exactly 100 years to the day, since it was first released. I only know that from the first screen that pops up with something called a ‘copyright’ and a date next to it.  This world exists as a rotten shell around a vast and plentiful historic yolk. Inside are stories, legacies, industries. A wealth of information and knowledge that we can scour via...

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