Dark Moments

Future Reflections by Dillon Hendrick sizes="(min-width: 1200px) 550px, (min-width: 750px) calc((100vw - 130px) / 2), calc((100vw - 50px) / 2)" alt="Future Reflections by Dillon Hendrick" class="motion-reduce" loading="lazy" width="1200" height="630" >

Future Reflections by Dillon Hendrick

There’s a mirror in the woods, and this sounds crazy, but I think it can tell the future. I found it while wearing new hiking gear, but in my reflection,...

Future Reflections by Dillon Hendrick

There’s a mirror in the woods, and this sounds crazy, but I think it can tell the future. I found it while wearing new hiking gear, but in my reflection,...

100 Years of Water by G sizes="(min-width: 1200px) 550px, (min-width: 750px) calc((100vw - 130px) / 2), calc((100vw - 50px) / 2)" alt="100 Years of Water by G" class="motion-reduce" loading="lazy" width="1200" height="630" >

100 Years of Water by G

Lisbeth knelt on the smooth rock and peered into the lake. The face of an attractive young woman reflected back. But it wasn’t her face. “I’ve been down here for...

100 Years of Water by G

Lisbeth knelt on the smooth rock and peered into the lake. The face of an attractive young woman reflected back. But it wasn’t her face. “I’ve been down here for...

You = We Now by T.J. Gallasch sizes="(min-width: 1200px) 550px, (min-width: 750px) calc((100vw - 130px) / 2), calc((100vw - 50px) / 2)" alt="You = We Now by T.J. Gallasch" class="motion-reduce" loading="lazy" width="1200" height="630" >

You = We Now by T.J. Gallasch

You try to ignore us; believe you succeed. Splashing water across the bathroom mirror merely blurs our smile. Each puddle you splash in, each shop window you rush by. You...

You = We Now by T.J. Gallasch

You try to ignore us; believe you succeed. Splashing water across the bathroom mirror merely blurs our smile. Each puddle you splash in, each shop window you rush by. You...

The Transformation by Bud Pharo sizes="(min-width: 1200px) 550px, (min-width: 750px) calc((100vw - 130px) / 2), calc((100vw - 50px) / 2)" alt="The Transformation by Bud Pharo" class="motion-reduce" loading="lazy" width="1200" height="630" >

The Transformation by Bud Pharo

“Do you think I'm heavy?” she asked her mirror. “Yes, but I’ll transform you!” the mirror replied. Every day she asked and received the same answer, “Yes, but I’ll transform...

The Transformation by Bud Pharo

“Do you think I'm heavy?” she asked her mirror. “Yes, but I’ll transform you!” the mirror replied. Every day she asked and received the same answer, “Yes, but I’ll transform...

The Image in the Glass by P.N. Harrison sizes="(min-width: 1200px) 550px, (min-width: 750px) calc((100vw - 130px) / 2), calc((100vw - 50px) / 2)" alt="The Image in the Glass by P.N. Harrison" class="motion-reduce" loading="lazy" width="1200" height="630" >

The Image in the Glass by P.N. Harrison

Some long for the sounds, the telltale thud and the two thumps that follow close behind. The bliss that belies the shriek or the yelp or shout. Others strive for...

The Image in the Glass by P.N. Harrison

Some long for the sounds, the telltale thud and the two thumps that follow close behind. The bliss that belies the shriek or the yelp or shout. Others strive for...

Last Exit on the Right by Kristin Lennox sizes="(min-width: 1200px) 550px, (min-width: 750px) calc((100vw - 130px) / 2), calc((100vw - 50px) / 2)" alt="Last Exit on the Right by Kristin Lennox" class="motion-reduce" loading="lazy" width="1200" height="630" >

Last Exit on the Right by Kristin Lennox

“MOVE, ASSHOLE!” Horn blaring, Marvin swerved between lanes, flipping off the minivan that dared to drift into his path. Fucking Sunday drivers. Only suckers use mirrors while driving, but the...

Last Exit on the Right by Kristin Lennox

“MOVE, ASSHOLE!” Horn blaring, Marvin swerved between lanes, flipping off the minivan that dared to drift into his path. Fucking Sunday drivers. Only suckers use mirrors while driving, but the...

Urgent Product Recall by Scott O'Neill sizes="(min-width: 1200px) 550px, (min-width: 750px) calc((100vw - 130px) / 2), calc((100vw - 50px) / 2)" alt="Urgent Product Recall by Scott O'Neill" class="motion-reduce" loading="lazy" width="1200" height="630" >

Urgent Product Recall by Scott O'Neill

Customers who’ve purchased BLÖDSYN obsidian mirrors—discontinue use—immediately! Cover the mirror (perhaps with a FLUFFIGVÄRMA towel, just 479 kroner) and return to your local store for a replacement or refund. Addressing...

Urgent Product Recall by Scott O'Neill

Customers who’ve purchased BLÖDSYN obsidian mirrors—discontinue use—immediately! Cover the mirror (perhaps with a FLUFFIGVÄRMA towel, just 479 kroner) and return to your local store for a replacement or refund. Addressing...

Carnal Distractions by Jeff Currier sizes="(min-width: 1200px) 550px, (min-width: 750px) calc((100vw - 130px) / 2), calc((100vw - 50px) / 2)" alt="Carnal Distractions by Jeff Currier" class="motion-reduce" loading="lazy" width="1200" height="630" >

Carnal Distractions by Jeff Currier

Straddling Victor’s chiselled chest, Tiffany languidly tapped the remote. Usually, she toyed with prey longer. Built their amorous anticipation to bursting before sating herself. But Victor’s lustful aura felt bottomless....

Carnal Distractions by Jeff Currier

Straddling Victor’s chiselled chest, Tiffany languidly tapped the remote. Usually, she toyed with prey longer. Built their amorous anticipation to bursting before sating herself. But Victor’s lustful aura felt bottomless....

A Disappearing by Salena Casha sizes="(min-width: 1200px) 550px, (min-width: 750px) calc((100vw - 130px) / 2), calc((100vw - 50px) / 2)" alt="A Disappearing by Salena Casha" class="motion-reduce" loading="lazy" width="1200" height="630" >

A Disappearing by Salena Casha

At twenty, she shaved her head to see what he might have looked like; her mother had wondered about the same aloud when she thought Marissa couldn’t hear. Her transformation...

A Disappearing by Salena Casha

At twenty, she shaved her head to see what he might have looked like; her mother had wondered about the same aloud when she thought Marissa couldn’t hear. Her transformation...

eiD ot emiT by Liam Hogan sizes="(min-width: 1200px) 550px, (min-width: 750px) calc((100vw - 130px) / 2), calc((100vw - 50px) / 2)" alt="eiD ot emiT by Liam Hogan" class="motion-reduce" loading="lazy" width="1200" height="630" >

eiD ot emiT by Liam Hogan

Timing was everything, the difference between life and a messy death. I huddled by the abandoned car, peering into the shattered wing mirror. The shadow advancing down the darkened alley...

eiD ot emiT by Liam Hogan

Timing was everything, the difference between life and a messy death. I huddled by the abandoned car, peering into the shattered wing mirror. The shadow advancing down the darkened alley...

Just a Routine Supply Run by Brittni Brinn sizes="(min-width: 1200px) 550px, (min-width: 750px) calc((100vw - 130px) / 2), calc((100vw - 50px) / 2)" alt="Just a Routine Supply Run by Brittni Brinn" class="motion-reduce" loading="lazy" width="1200" height="630" >

Just a Routine Supply Run by Brittni Brinn

Phillipa screamed as the ship spun out of control, the moon filling the cracked viewwindow. Detritus pinged around like rogue meteors. An unsecured crate hurtled towards me— Phillipa wasn’t screaming...

Just a Routine Supply Run by Brittni Brinn

Phillipa screamed as the ship spun out of control, the moon filling the cracked viewwindow. Detritus pinged around like rogue meteors. An unsecured crate hurtled towards me— Phillipa wasn’t screaming...

Inside the Laughing House by Sebastian Swift sizes="(min-width: 1200px) 550px, (min-width: 750px) calc((100vw - 130px) / 2), calc((100vw - 50px) / 2)" alt="Inside the Laughing House by Sebastian Swift" class="motion-reduce" loading="lazy" width="1200" height="630" >

Inside the Laughing House by Sebastian Swift

The abandoned house on Lincoln Lane had always terrified the town. People swore they could hear it laugh. Sam, however, wasn’t scared. When his friends dared him to enter it,...

Inside the Laughing House by Sebastian Swift

The abandoned house on Lincoln Lane had always terrified the town. People swore they could hear it laugh. Sam, however, wasn’t scared. When his friends dared him to enter it,...