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Friday flash fiction – Out of Context

I think they closed down the poetry servers last night. That must be what happened, because this morning nobody understands how metaphors work. We all remember using them, but now we’re not sure what they were for. Ish is pissed … Continue reading

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Friday flash fiction – Conflagration at Confrontation Bridge (A Conservatorio Esoterica story)

Custodian Quech bit off a fat chew of sombol gum while Blaph, her eight-limbed deputy, dragged bodies from the canal beneath Confrontation Bridge. The witness continued his breathless narrative. “My friends and I were drinking swallowsap and reciting bluster-follies at … Continue reading

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Friday flash fiction – Plastic Reclamation

Oh, good, you’re alive. Thought I’d lost you there for a moment. Well, not really, I’m monitoring your condition down to the cellular level. You were never in any real danger once you drifted into my operational zone. Still that … Continue reading

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Friday flash fiction – Gorilla Dentists

The old saying goes, “On the internet, nobody knows you’re a dog.” But as telepresence technology evolved from primitive videoconferencing, through phase after high-fidelity phase of virtual reality, to remote capture of domestic synthdroids, it was increasingly the case that … Continue reading

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Friday flash fiction – Commander Cello and the Preserved Cliffs of Mercury

The Lunar Expeditionary Force pursuit cutter Civil Discourse traced a pretty orange-white swathe of burning gas particles as it dropped through Mercury’s nearly-there exosphere. On the bridge, Commander Adeline Cello, of the Tranquility Cellos, mentally edited the live footage coming … Continue reading

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