Dark Moments
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alt="Timeliness by Stephen Sottong"
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Timeliness by Stephen Sottong
Click: Pronghorns leaped over him. Beyond, a stampeding herd of bison bore straight down on him. Click: On the heaving, burning ship's deck, a peg-legged man thrust his broadsword through...
Timeliness by Stephen Sottong
Click: Pronghorns leaped over him. Beyond, a stampeding herd of bison bore straight down on him. Click: On the heaving, burning ship's deck, a peg-legged man thrust his broadsword through...
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alt="A Torso for Tomorrow by Randall Andrews"
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A Torso for Tomorrow by Randall Andrews
The device quivered in Tanner’s hands. “Don’t worry,” assured Professor Allen. “You’ll hit the button, and you’ll still be right here—but tomorrow.” “Okay, here we go,” Tanner said. “Three, two…”...
A Torso for Tomorrow by Randall Andrews
The device quivered in Tanner’s hands. “Don’t worry,” assured Professor Allen. “You’ll hit the button, and you’ll still be right here—but tomorrow.” “Okay, here we go,” Tanner said. “Three, two…”...
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alt="A Rip in Time by Andrew Kurtz"
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A Rip in Time by Andrew Kurtz
Dr Tibs time travelled from the year 2026 to Whitechapel 1888. The woman had been unmade, cavity yawning open, intestines draped like garlands, lungs spread like glistening purple wings through...
A Rip in Time by Andrew Kurtz
Dr Tibs time travelled from the year 2026 to Whitechapel 1888. The woman had been unmade, cavity yawning open, intestines draped like garlands, lungs spread like glistening purple wings through...
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alt="Tomorrow by B.G. Smith"
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Tomorrow by B.G. Smith
The man pointing a gun in my face looked familiar. “Easy, old man. What’s the problem?” My voice trembled. “Sorry, Paul.” My mind raced. Sinaloa Cartel, DEA, FBI? “How do...
Tomorrow by B.G. Smith
The man pointing a gun in my face looked familiar. “Easy, old man. What’s the problem?” My voice trembled. “Sorry, Paul.” My mind raced. Sinaloa Cartel, DEA, FBI? “How do...
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alt="The Curvature of Space/Time by Lynne Lumsden Green"
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The Curvature of Space/Time by Lynne Lumsden Green
Dr Flann Weatherwax wouldn’t let anyone else test his time machine because it was unproven technology. He included an automatic return for his first trip, set for thirty seconds, and...
The Curvature of Space/Time by Lynne Lumsden Green
Dr Flann Weatherwax wouldn’t let anyone else test his time machine because it was unproven technology. He included an automatic return for his first trip, set for thirty seconds, and...
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alt="Endless Mercy by Richard Lau"
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Endless Mercy by Richard Lau
Here I am on my deathbed with my life passing before my eyes. Again. Before you think I’ve had a sickly or ill-fated past, that’s not true. I’ve had a...
Endless Mercy by Richard Lau
Here I am on my deathbed with my life passing before my eyes. Again. Before you think I’ve had a sickly or ill-fated past, that’s not true. I’ve had a...
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alt="The Beast Within by C. L. Sidell"
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The Beast Within by C. L. Sidell
Mother barely escaped with her life. Father died several months later. Unlocking the laboratory door, I locate the time chamber. Punch in the keypad code. Heart racing, I set the...
The Beast Within by C. L. Sidell
Mother barely escaped with her life. Father died several months later. Unlocking the laboratory door, I locate the time chamber. Punch in the keypad code. Heart racing, I set the...
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alt="It Won't Hurt by Kimberly Rei"
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It Won't Hurt by Kimberly Rei
His voice returned, whispering. "It won't hurt. They control time. But you can't escape. There's only one way out." The drums grew louder. I looked around the hut, shivering. Cannibals,...
It Won't Hurt by Kimberly Rei
His voice returned, whispering. "It won't hurt. They control time. But you can't escape. There's only one way out." The drums grew louder. I looked around the hut, shivering. Cannibals,...
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alt="88 Miles Per Hour aka The 5 Ps of Time Travel by Timmy le Frog"
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88 Miles Per Hour aka The 5 Ps of Time Travel b...
I’d saved every pocket money cent since my sixth birthday. Every pay cheque, even my retirement fund. All of it went toward a beat-up DeLorean and a copy of THAT...
88 Miles Per Hour aka The 5 Ps of Time Travel b...
I’d saved every pocket money cent since my sixth birthday. Every pay cheque, even my retirement fund. All of it went toward a beat-up DeLorean and a copy of THAT...
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alt="The Void Between Two Heartbeats by M. Tensor"
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The Void Between Two Heartbeats by M. Tensor
The tick of the clock dissolved the exact moment I began my journey through time. It wasn't a sound; it was a vacuum where rhythm should be. I tried to...
The Void Between Two Heartbeats by M. Tensor
The tick of the clock dissolved the exact moment I began my journey through time. It wasn't a sound; it was a vacuum where rhythm should be. I tried to...
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alt="Logistics of the Damned by Diana Parrilla"
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Logistics of the Damned by Diana Parrilla
The ward rattled as the chronal engines cycled. Due to “administrative efficiency,” the hospital registered soldiers as dead five minutes before their actual demise to save on logistics. “I'm still...
Logistics of the Damned by Diana Parrilla
The ward rattled as the chronal engines cycled. Due to “administrative efficiency,” the hospital registered soldiers as dead five minutes before their actual demise to save on logistics. “I'm still...
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alt="Heartwood by R.J. Cannon"
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Heartwood by R.J. Cannon
It was the starving time again. A farmer led two children into deep snow and through the naked forest. And left them alone below a leafless poplar. Later, the boy,...
Heartwood by R.J. Cannon
It was the starving time again. A farmer led two children into deep snow and through the naked forest. And left them alone below a leafless poplar. Later, the boy,...