Dark Moments
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alt="They Lurk Underneath by Andrew Kurtz"
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They Lurk Underneath by Andrew Kurtz
The holes appeared overnight, perfect circles boring through Stacy Wright's palms like cigarette burns through silk. By morning, something writhed beneath the inflamed, weeping edges. She tried tweezers first, then...
They Lurk Underneath by Andrew Kurtz
The holes appeared overnight, perfect circles boring through Stacy Wright's palms like cigarette burns through silk. By morning, something writhed beneath the inflamed, weeping edges. She tried tweezers first, then...
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alt="Lose Weight Fast! by Spring Chenjp"
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Lose Weight Fast! by Spring Chenjp
I eye the package I ordered, and then Momma’s hand-me-down prom dress, slinky satin, size two. Three decades she kept it pressed and pristine for me, never mind I haven’t...
Lose Weight Fast! by Spring Chenjp
I eye the package I ordered, and then Momma’s hand-me-down prom dress, slinky satin, size two. Three decades she kept it pressed and pristine for me, never mind I haven’t...
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alt="Going Extinct by Wyatt Roberts"
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Going Extinct by Wyatt Roberts
Red and blue sirens lit the night like a solar flare. There were at least thirty of us digging. The bastard is taunting me. His latest letter read: Detective Briggs,...
Going Extinct by Wyatt Roberts
Red and blue sirens lit the night like a solar flare. There were at least thirty of us digging. The bastard is taunting me. His latest letter read: Detective Briggs,...
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alt="One Below by Tannis Mill"
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One Below by Tannis Mill
Gordon found ice-fishing relaxing. Despite the frigid temperatures, there was something peaceful about being alone on the vast, frozen lake, in utter silence save the groaning ice. His rod was...
One Below by Tannis Mill
Gordon found ice-fishing relaxing. Despite the frigid temperatures, there was something peaceful about being alone on the vast, frozen lake, in utter silence save the groaning ice. His rod was...
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alt="The Alert by P.J. Reed"
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The Alert by P.J. Reed
Three loud beeps woke Dave. The emergency alert flashed: Do not be alarmed. Everything is under control. He scratched his head. Outside the sounds of screeching tyres, shouts, crashes destroyed...
The Alert by P.J. Reed
Three loud beeps woke Dave. The emergency alert flashed: Do not be alarmed. Everything is under control. He scratched his head. Outside the sounds of screeching tyres, shouts, crashes destroyed...
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alt="Perfect Pitch by A.C. Turner"
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Perfect Pitch by A.C. Turner
The melody drifted from the crater behind Miller's farm—hauntingly beautiful, like angels singing. Hikers detoured miles to hear it, pressing their ears to the earth, eyes closed in pure bliss....
Perfect Pitch by A.C. Turner
The melody drifted from the crater behind Miller's farm—hauntingly beautiful, like angels singing. Hikers detoured miles to hear it, pressing their ears to the earth, eyes closed in pure bliss....
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alt="Tales from the Under the Bed Cafe by Kimberly Rei"
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Tales from the Under the Bed Cafe by Kimberly Rei
Tucked back on a side street, the hole-in-the-wall restaurant promised "the freshest sandwiches this side of the Veil!" I didn't know what the Veil was, but the rest sounded perfect....
Tales from the Under the Bed Cafe by Kimberly Rei
Tucked back on a side street, the hole-in-the-wall restaurant promised "the freshest sandwiches this side of the Veil!" I didn't know what the Veil was, but the rest sounded perfect....
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alt="Are You Coming? by Jessica Martel"
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Are You Coming? by Jessica Martel
Madison leaned over the hole, peering into the dark chasm, while Cassie shrank behind a tree. “Hello down there,” Madison’s voice echoed. On the last day of summer vacation, they...
Are You Coming? by Jessica Martel
Madison leaned over the hole, peering into the dark chasm, while Cassie shrank behind a tree. “Hello down there,” Madison’s voice echoed. On the last day of summer vacation, they...
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alt="Monster Under the Bed by Jeff Currier"
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Monster Under the Bed by Jeff Currier
“Where’s the little sneak?” her mother’s boyfriend snarled. Chloe slid further under her bed. “Chrissakes Zeke, she’s seven—wouldn’t steal your smelly socks,” her mother slurred. Chloe tossed crusty socks into...
Monster Under the Bed by Jeff Currier
“Where’s the little sneak?” her mother’s boyfriend snarled. Chloe slid further under her bed. “Chrissakes Zeke, she’s seven—wouldn’t steal your smelly socks,” her mother slurred. Chloe tossed crusty socks into...
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alt="Black Whip by Robin Braid"
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Black Whip by Robin Braid
“Looky here, sugar.” “What you got?” “This belonged to that infamous devil, Brandy Watts. My brother grabbed it when the posse gunned her down in Dregger Canyon.” He laid a...
Black Whip by Robin Braid
“Looky here, sugar.” “What you got?” “This belonged to that infamous devil, Brandy Watts. My brother grabbed it when the posse gunned her down in Dregger Canyon.” He laid a...
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alt="Ten Paces by Terence Gallagher"
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Ten Paces by Terence Gallagher
“Ten paces, then turn and shoot. Ten.” How did I get here? “Nine.” An argument with a fool in the saloon. “Eight.” All I wanted was to attract no notice,...
Ten Paces by Terence Gallagher
“Ten paces, then turn and shoot. Ten.” How did I get here? “Nine.” An argument with a fool in the saloon. “Eight.” All I wanted was to attract no notice,...
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alt="Dead Man's Hand by Grace Quon"
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Dead Man's Hand by Grace Quon
Days later, I was the last one alive. The crimson from Jack’s slashed neck had dried on the tabletop. Cody hung from the rafters, body drifting in a non-existent breeze....
Dead Man's Hand by Grace Quon
Days later, I was the last one alive. The crimson from Jack’s slashed neck had dried on the tabletop. Cody hung from the rafters, body drifting in a non-existent breeze....