Dark Moments
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alt="The Empty Birth by Fiza Altaf"
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The Empty Birth by Fiza Altaf
The scream tore through the delivery room, followed by a sharp wet cry. “He's here,” the doctor whispered, his voice trembling as he laid an invisible weight onto Sarah's chest....
The Empty Birth by Fiza Altaf
The scream tore through the delivery room, followed by a sharp wet cry. “He's here,” the doctor whispered, his voice trembling as he laid an invisible weight onto Sarah's chest....
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alt="Monstrous Error by Evan Baughfman"
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Monstrous Error by Evan Baughfman
After the Halloween party, Dr Jennings visits the Entomology lab. Has his growth agent altered any test subjects yet? The Pepsis wasp’s enclosure is mangled. Empty. Wearing a lifelike spider...
Monstrous Error by Evan Baughfman
After the Halloween party, Dr Jennings visits the Entomology lab. Has his growth agent altered any test subjects yet? The Pepsis wasp’s enclosure is mangled. Empty. Wearing a lifelike spider...
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alt="Miracle by Zack Zagranis"
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Miracle by Zack Zagranis
“Soon,” she cooed, caressing her swollen belly. The doctors had been wrong; her womb could bear fruit; it just needed the right seed. She picked up the pill bottle with...
Miracle by Zack Zagranis
“Soon,” she cooed, caressing her swollen belly. The doctors had been wrong; her womb could bear fruit; it just needed the right seed. She picked up the pill bottle with...
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alt="Not All Things Are Born From a Vagina by Anne Wilkins"
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Not All Things Are Born From a Vagina by Anne W...
It was Carol’s idea to have sex in the sea. Under the moonlight with no one watching, or so we thought. She was weightless in my arms, her bikini top...
Not All Things Are Born From a Vagina by Anne W...
It was Carol’s idea to have sex in the sea. Under the moonlight with no one watching, or so we thought. She was weightless in my arms, her bikini top...
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alt="My Mother's Tale by Ann Wuehler"
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My Mother's Tale by Ann Wuehler
My mother told me she begged for death on the second day of labour. The doctor would not perform a C-section. He reasoned birth was natural. Women should deliver as...
My Mother's Tale by Ann Wuehler
My mother told me she begged for death on the second day of labour. The doctor would not perform a C-section. He reasoned birth was natural. Women should deliver as...
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alt="A Consummation by Amelia M. Burton"
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A Consummation by Amelia M. Burton
Kari put the starling inside herself the morning of the wedding. It was dead when she did it. Cold and crinkly. Its black body slid inside her vaginal canal as...
A Consummation by Amelia M. Burton
Kari put the starling inside herself the morning of the wedding. It was dead when she did it. Cold and crinkly. Its black body slid inside her vaginal canal as...
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alt="Inheritance by Rohan Mishra"
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Inheritance by Rohan Mishra
Mother sidled up to me. She pressed down my swollen belly. “Saachi has inherited it,” she said. “No,” I cried. “No!” Schizophrenia had ravaged Mother. I wanted better for my...
Inheritance by Rohan Mishra
Mother sidled up to me. She pressed down my swollen belly. “Saachi has inherited it,” she said. “No,” I cried. “No!” Schizophrenia had ravaged Mother. I wanted better for my...
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alt="Birth Marks by Umi Agawa"
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Birth Marks by Umi Agawa
I coo, peeling off my baby’s onesie for a bath. My finger traces his birthmarks. Lines across the ribs. Like the slashes from the thorny branches the day me and...
Birth Marks by Umi Agawa
I coo, peeling off my baby’s onesie for a bath. My finger traces his birthmarks. Lines across the ribs. Like the slashes from the thorny branches the day me and...
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alt="The Last Day of Colour by Chris Clemens"
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The Last Day of Colour by Chris Clemens
The doorway doesn’t look like much. It’s just standing alone in a clearing, deep within Algonquin Park. It looks like someone moved their log cabin but forgot the door. Wooden...
The Last Day of Colour by Chris Clemens
The doorway doesn’t look like much. It’s just standing alone in a clearing, deep within Algonquin Park. It looks like someone moved their log cabin but forgot the door. Wooden...
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alt="Solitary by E. Gallagher"
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Solitary by E. Gallagher
I hear footsteps every hour, and those are real. My cell is a yellowing ruin. It must have been pristine horror decades ago, aggressively white. Consuming. But the yellow, it...
Solitary by E. Gallagher
I hear footsteps every hour, and those are real. My cell is a yellowing ruin. It must have been pristine horror decades ago, aggressively white. Consuming. But the yellow, it...
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alt="Glow by Stephanie Shaw"
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Glow by Stephanie Shaw
Some would say it’s a gift. I call it a curse I’ve had since I fell from the slide at five. I see a green glow around murderers. I watch...
Glow by Stephanie Shaw
Some would say it’s a gift. I call it a curse I’ve had since I fell from the slide at five. I see a green glow around murderers. I watch...
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alt="Disgruntled by Jonathan Tolstedt"
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Disgruntled by Jonathan Tolstedt
Ethan stood outside the post office, trembling. He wasn’t a murderer. He was a hero. He threw open the door, lifting the 9mm, firing immediately. He caught Tina in the...
Disgruntled by Jonathan Tolstedt
Ethan stood outside the post office, trembling. He wasn’t a murderer. He was a hero. He threw open the door, lifting the 9mm, firing immediately. He caught Tina in the...