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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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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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Glitch

Glitch written by Pedro Lins  Instagram: @rockemquadrinhos Sonny hasn’t turned on the power supplies that day. Woke in a jolt from his bed, something that mimicked a plain, warm surface. All was dark. Truly pitch dark around him, and he felt blue for an instance. Once, he heard that the sight of a blind person was not all black, but, they see in a reddish white. So he sought comfort with that thought. He soothed. He wasn’t blind and was in desperate need to pee. He jumped out from the floating bed, that shook pending lightly to one side and letting out a low hum because of the thrusters that kept it above the ground. Sonny was a guy with problems, big ones. He...

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