Dark Moments
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Wild Laughter in the Throat of Death by Scott O...
The Night Guard trudges his morose rounds through the dungeon. “Prisoners, my very soul aches. I’ll free whosoever makes me laugh!” Sullen silence. Then, a knock-knock joke croaks through shattered...
Wild Laughter in the Throat of Death by Scott O...
The Night Guard trudges his morose rounds through the dungeon. “Prisoners, my very soul aches. I’ll free whosoever makes me laugh!” Sullen silence. Then, a knock-knock joke croaks through shattered...
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alt="When Things Heat Up by Tim Law"
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When Things Heat Up by Tim Law
Sally, Michelle, and Tiffany. That trio made my high school years hell. The queens of the school whose laugh haunted me throughout my early adult years. Tiff was the worst....
When Things Heat Up by Tim Law
Sally, Michelle, and Tiffany. That trio made my high school years hell. The queens of the school whose laugh haunted me throughout my early adult years. Tiff was the worst....
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alt="Relieving Laughter by Andreas Flögel"
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Relieving Laughter by Andreas Flögel
Smoking gun in hand, Jack stood in the children's room. The sight of his shot-down sons was horrifying. Knowing this had been the only way to spare them further suffering...
Relieving Laughter by Andreas Flögel
Smoking gun in hand, Jack stood in the children's room. The sight of his shot-down sons was horrifying. Knowing this had been the only way to spare them further suffering...
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alt="Falling on Deaf Ears by Laurence Croft"
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Falling on Deaf Ears by Laurence Croft
Tom used to play a cruel joke on me: he would put his hand in front of his mouth, preventing me from lipreading, then say stuff that made his mates...
Falling on Deaf Ears by Laurence Croft
Tom used to play a cruel joke on me: he would put his hand in front of his mouth, preventing me from lipreading, then say stuff that made his mates...
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alt="Cracker Jokes by Corinne Pollard"
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Cracker Jokes by Corinne Pollard
Cracker jokes aren't funny. Yet when it flutters out from my paper hat, I feel obliged to read it out loud. “What do you call an elderly snowman?” I pause....
Cracker Jokes by Corinne Pollard
Cracker jokes aren't funny. Yet when it flutters out from my paper hat, I feel obliged to read it out loud. “What do you call an elderly snowman?” I pause....
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alt="Getting the Last Laugh by Jeff Currier"
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Getting the Last Laugh by Jeff Currier
For Max, it began as a low rumbling chuckle. For Helen, a delicate tittering giggle. Inevitably though, it slowly swelled, gleeful chortling burgeoning into gut-clenching rambunctious hilarity. Like all laughter,...
Getting the Last Laugh by Jeff Currier
For Max, it began as a low rumbling chuckle. For Helen, a delicate tittering giggle. Inevitably though, it slowly swelled, gleeful chortling burgeoning into gut-clenching rambunctious hilarity. Like all laughter,...
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alt="CAPTCHA'D by Liam Hogan"
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CAPTCHA'D by Liam Hogan
“Select squares with TRAFFIC LIGHTS.” My fist slammed down. I muttered a sorry and the internet cafe owner retook his stool. But bloody hell! This was my third CAPTCHA. All...
CAPTCHA'D by Liam Hogan
“Select squares with TRAFFIC LIGHTS.” My fist slammed down. I muttered a sorry and the internet cafe owner retook his stool. But bloody hell! This was my third CAPTCHA. All...
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alt="Needs Breakfast by Evan Baughfman"
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Needs Breakfast by Evan Baughfman
Andy hasn’t eaten. Never a good idea. Empty belly means “hanger” consumes the best of him. In the company parking garage, Andy finds a freshly installed vending machine. He inserts...
Needs Breakfast by Evan Baughfman
Andy hasn’t eaten. Never a good idea. Empty belly means “hanger” consumes the best of him. In the company parking garage, Andy finds a freshly installed vending machine. He inserts...
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alt="A Matter of Cleanliness by Andreas Flögel"
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A Matter of Cleanliness by Andreas Flögel
When Peter called for the waiter, the anger in his voice was indisputable. He held a fork at the lower end, pointing it at the staff member. “I know this...
A Matter of Cleanliness by Andreas Flögel
When Peter called for the waiter, the anger in his voice was indisputable. He held a fork at the lower end, pointing it at the staff member. “I know this...
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alt="Flushed Frustration by Jennifer Jorgensen"
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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...