Dark Moments
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alt="Bloody Vowels by Bernardo Villela"
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Bloody Vowels by Bernardo Villela
At the murder scene a phrase was scrawled upon the wall: “The ardoUr he’d felt for his former paramour had been extinguished. He knew rumoUrs would start, but he would...
Bloody Vowels by Bernardo Villela
At the murder scene a phrase was scrawled upon the wall: “The ardoUr he’d felt for his former paramour had been extinguished. He knew rumoUrs would start, but he would...
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alt="Delete by Katie Dee"
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Delete by Katie Dee
I hover over the Delete button. Jerry insists my novel needs cuts. “Too many characters. Remove Charlie completely.” I hate yielding to the conniving prat, but Jerry’s held me hostage...
Delete by Katie Dee
I hover over the Delete button. Jerry insists my novel needs cuts. “Too many characters. Remove Charlie completely.” I hate yielding to the conniving prat, but Jerry’s held me hostage...
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alt="Not a Reflection on the Quality of the Work by Arvee Fantilagan"
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Not a Reflection on the Quality of the Work by ...
“Rubbish,” she brutalised one submitter. “Worthless,” another. Her own cruelty made her wince. “Tenth straight rejection. I suggest a career change.” Yet people kept submitting! And who could blame them?...
Not a Reflection on the Quality of the Work by ...
“Rubbish,” she brutalised one submitter. “Worthless,” another. Her own cruelty made her wince. “Tenth straight rejection. I suggest a career change.” Yet people kept submitting! And who could blame them?...
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alt="Bleed Red by Don Money"
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Bleed Red by Don Money
“As I mentioned when you signed the contract for editorial services, my expertise comes with a price,” Vachele Quinn said to the younger man. The imposing view of the city...
Bleed Red by Don Money
“As I mentioned when you signed the contract for editorial services, my expertise comes with a price,” Vachele Quinn said to the younger man. The imposing view of the city...
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alt="Cutting Words by S.F.J. Painter"
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Cutting Words by S.F.J. Painter
“You’re awake. Good. Wondering why you’re here? Stop whimpering. Well, dear boy, you’ve been my editor for many years. Sorry - was that too many words for you? Curious why...
Cutting Words by S.F.J. Painter
“You’re awake. Good. Wondering why you’re here? Stop whimpering. Well, dear boy, you’ve been my editor for many years. Sorry - was that too many words for you? Curious why...
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alt="Woeful Distortion by Evan Baughfman"
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Woeful Distortion by Evan Baughfman
In the funhouse mirror, Paul looked ridiculously out of proportion—legs stubby, torso stretched out like taffy. His arms were disjointed giraffe limbs, impossibly long and spindly. “Disgusting,” Paul spat. He...
Woeful Distortion by Evan Baughfman
In the funhouse mirror, Paul looked ridiculously out of proportion—legs stubby, torso stretched out like taffy. His arms were disjointed giraffe limbs, impossibly long and spindly. “Disgusting,” Paul spat. He...
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alt="The Mirror Doesn't Lie by Susan Monroe McGrath"
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The Mirror Doesn't Lie by Susan Monroe McGrath
“Hold still.” Before I can protest, my sister yanks a hair from my scalp. “Got it!” She holds the gleaming grey strand like a trophy. “Once you find the first...
The Mirror Doesn't Lie by Susan Monroe McGrath
“Hold still.” Before I can protest, my sister yanks a hair from my scalp. “Got it!” She holds the gleaming grey strand like a trophy. “Once you find the first...
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alt="The Ruthless Red Pen by Randall Andrews"
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The Ruthless Red Pen by Randall Andrews
In the south of Australia, an editor sits at his desk wielding a magical red pen. The story before him morphs with his every deft touch, the words shifting and...
The Ruthless Red Pen by Randall Andrews
In the south of Australia, an editor sits at his desk wielding a magical red pen. The story before him morphs with his every deft touch, the words shifting and...
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alt="Narcissus: A Retelling by C.L. Sidell"
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Narcissus: A Retelling by C.L. Sidell
“Steer clear of Marwynn’s Pond.” Curious to see this forbidden place, I creep past Crocus Lane into Farthery Forest. The pond appears after an hour of hiking, water glinting where...
Narcissus: A Retelling by C.L. Sidell
“Steer clear of Marwynn’s Pond.” Curious to see this forbidden place, I creep past Crocus Lane into Farthery Forest. The pond appears after an hour of hiking, water glinting where...
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alt="Future Reflections by Dillon Hendrick"
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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,...
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alt="100 Years of Water by G"
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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...
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alt="You = We Now by T.J. Gallasch"
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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...