Dark Moments
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Flushed Frustration by Jennifer Jorgensen
Water sprayed the front of Alycia’s shirt as she pushed the plunger over and over, faster and faster. She was sick of her husband’s video game addiction. Her interruptions were...
Flushed Frustration by Jennifer Jorgensen
Water sprayed the front of Alycia’s shirt as she pushed the plunger over and over, faster and faster. She was sick of her husband’s video game addiction. Her interruptions were...
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alt="You All Sound the Same by Scott O'Neill"
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You All Sound the Same by Scott O'Neill
Buzzing fluorescent tubes fitfully illuminated the dank, cluttered hostel basement. “The washer’s munted.” Whirling and dropping laundry, the American girl gawped at Noah. “Jeez! You scared me! That accent… Australia?”...
You All Sound the Same by Scott O'Neill
Buzzing fluorescent tubes fitfully illuminated the dank, cluttered hostel basement. “The washer’s munted.” Whirling and dropping laundry, the American girl gawped at Noah. “Jeez! You scared me! That accent… Australia?”...
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alt="Not Very Neighbourly by Madeline Mora-Summonte"
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Not Very Neighbourly by Madeline Mora-Summonte
The music, always so loud. Edna asks, begs, demands. The neighbours next door stare blankly, deny, close the door in her face. Fury scorches her. Then, the icy focus finds...
Not Very Neighbourly by Madeline Mora-Summonte
The music, always so loud. Edna asks, begs, demands. The neighbours next door stare blankly, deny, close the door in her face. Fury scorches her. Then, the icy focus finds...
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alt="Cornered Cake Cutter by Lauren Dennis"
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Cornered Cake Cutter by Lauren Dennis
Putting my fist through Valerie’s shit-eating grin is akin to feeding it into the office industrial shredder. Her teeth slice my skin, sending shards of enamel and flesh plopping into...
Cornered Cake Cutter by Lauren Dennis
Putting my fist through Valerie’s shit-eating grin is akin to feeding it into the office industrial shredder. Her teeth slice my skin, sending shards of enamel and flesh plopping into...
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alt="Putting Yourself in Your Work by Jonathan Tolstedt"
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Putting Yourself in Your Work by Jonathan Tolstedt
The contractor pointed out three places where nails I had driven into studs had broken through the sides of the noggins. Three nails out of how many thousands I had...
Putting Yourself in Your Work by Jonathan Tolstedt
The contractor pointed out three places where nails I had driven into studs had broken through the sides of the noggins. Three nails out of how many thousands I had...
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alt="Rule One by Stephen Herczeg"
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Rule One by Stephen Herczeg
I can’t believe she did it again. Sixth time this week. Rule One: Always expect someone is leaving the elevator. Does she care? No. Every time the doors open, in...
Rule One by Stephen Herczeg
I can’t believe she did it again. Sixth time this week. Rule One: Always expect someone is leaving the elevator. Does she care? No. Every time the doors open, in...
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alt="Total Immersion by Kristin Lennox"
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Total Immersion by Kristin Lennox
Doug’s head snapped forward as he woke with a snort; the greasy pizza box in his lap fell to the floor. He squinted at the sun streaming through the tiny...
Total Immersion by Kristin Lennox
Doug’s head snapped forward as he woke with a snort; the greasy pizza box in his lap fell to the floor. He squinted at the sun streaming through the tiny...
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alt="Reality Bites by Bridget Holland"
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Reality Bites by Bridget Holland
Gabby smacked her torch against the hydra’s severed neck. Flesh sizzled. The air stank. “Last head!” Luke called through the murk. “Keep up!” As she lunged forward, a coil clamped...
Reality Bites by Bridget Holland
Gabby smacked her torch against the hydra’s severed neck. Flesh sizzled. The air stank. “Last head!” Luke called through the murk. “Keep up!” As she lunged forward, a coil clamped...
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alt="Officer, It Was Just a Game by Crystal N. Ramos"
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Officer, It Was Just a Game by Crystal N. Ramos
I didn’t do it. She was my daughter, officer. I was playing some kind of new VR game. Really immersive. See, you run around stealing cars and stuff and try...
Officer, It Was Just a Game by Crystal N. Ramos
I didn’t do it. She was my daughter, officer. I was playing some kind of new VR game. Really immersive. See, you run around stealing cars and stuff and try...
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alt="Derek Levels Up by Grace Quon"
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Derek Levels Up by Grace Quon
Derek grabbed the shotgun from the table. Six shells. Guttural snarls erupted in the hallway. He burst the first zombie’s head open like a rotten melon, but the next one...
Derek Levels Up by Grace Quon
Derek grabbed the shotgun from the table. Six shells. Guttural snarls erupted in the hallway. He burst the first zombie’s head open like a rotten melon, but the next one...
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alt="The NPCs Are Watching by Nina Miller"
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The NPCs Are Watching by Nina Miller
You saw me selling wares from a cart. Watched my bosom jiggle as I cried over my pies. Asked me what was wrong, and I told you of my sister...
The NPCs Are Watching by Nina Miller
You saw me selling wares from a cart. Watched my bosom jiggle as I cried over my pies. Asked me what was wrong, and I told you of my sister...
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alt="Life is Rubbish by <span class="cf0">Fiona M. Jones</span><!--EndFragment -->"
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Life is Rubbish by <span class="cf0">Fiona M. J...
“Damien.” It was the Enemy. “What—” Damien dodged away, throwing chairs to slow the Enemy’s advance. He needed to level up, exchange the bread knife in his jacket for a...
Life is Rubbish by <span class="cf0">Fiona M. J...
“Damien.” It was the Enemy. “What—” Damien dodged away, throwing chairs to slow the Enemy’s advance. He needed to level up, exchange the bread knife in his jacket for a...