Dark Moments
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alt="Demon Cat by Maggie D. Brace"
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Demon Cat by Maggie D. Brace
The cat luxuriously stretched itself in the sunlight, rising upon its hind legs. He stared piteously at its master asleep on the couch, twitched his tail, and shuffled forward. The...
Demon Cat by Maggie D. Brace
The cat luxuriously stretched itself in the sunlight, rising upon its hind legs. He stared piteously at its master asleep on the couch, twitched his tail, and shuffled forward. The...
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alt="Worst Souvenir by Tim Law"
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Worst Souvenir by Tim Law
For months I thought myself clever, keeping that kappa with his empty dish on the edge of my bathtub. Still as a statue without its magic, a permanent frown on...
Worst Souvenir by Tim Law
For months I thought myself clever, keeping that kappa with his empty dish on the edge of my bathtub. Still as a statue without its magic, a permanent frown on...
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alt="Her Crimson Smile by Scott O'Neill"
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Her Crimson Smile by Scott O'Neill
"Watashi, kirei? Am I pretty?" Primed by countless yōkai horror stories from drunken Tokyo sararimen, Eddie panicked. He shoved the Kuchisake-onna. She tumbled from the shadowed platform. Scissors clattered on...
Her Crimson Smile by Scott O'Neill
"Watashi, kirei? Am I pretty?" Primed by countless yōkai horror stories from drunken Tokyo sararimen, Eddie panicked. He shoved the Kuchisake-onna. She tumbled from the shadowed platform. Scissors clattered on...
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alt="New Year on Oga Peninsula by Bridget Holland"
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New Year on Oga Peninsula by Bridget Holland
Every winter is bleaker than the last. Lonelier. This New Year, I don my straw coat and boots and join the village men. They’re dressed in straw too, anonymous behind...
New Year on Oga Peninsula by Bridget Holland
Every winter is bleaker than the last. Lonelier. This New Year, I don my straw coat and boots and join the village men. They’re dressed in straw too, anonymous behind...
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alt="The Wrong Bus by Paul Lewthwaite"
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The Wrong Bus by Paul Lewthwaite
An inch to Yuto’s left, the dirt road gave way to a ravine. The old baka that drove the rickety bus sped around mountain bends, untroubled. Yuto, who’d missed his...
The Wrong Bus by Paul Lewthwaite
An inch to Yuto’s left, the dirt road gave way to a ravine. The old baka that drove the rickety bus sped around mountain bends, untroubled. Yuto, who’d missed his...
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alt="Fill It Up! by Gordon Linzner"
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Fill It Up! by Gordon Linzner
Ten-year-old Sunako glared at the kappa, having drained life-preserving water from its indented skull. “You ate my baby brother!” The creature wriggled. “He was delicious. You should be proud.” “You...
Fill It Up! by Gordon Linzner
Ten-year-old Sunako glared at the kappa, having drained life-preserving water from its indented skull. “You ate my baby brother!” The creature wriggled. “He was delicious. You should be proud.” “You...
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alt="Foxfire by Katelynn Humbles"
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Foxfire by Katelynn Humbles
Grandmother warned me never to chase foxfire. It slipped through cedars, cobalt flames bobbing lures on black hooks. Trickster foxes. Corpse-lures wrapped in stolen skin. It feeds on fools and...
Foxfire by Katelynn Humbles
Grandmother warned me never to chase foxfire. It slipped through cedars, cobalt flames bobbing lures on black hooks. Trickster foxes. Corpse-lures wrapped in stolen skin. It feeds on fools and...
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alt="Jorōgumo’s Four Hundred Year Feast by Pauline Yates"
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Jorōgumo’s Four Hundred Year Feast by Pauline Y...
I tremble in the man’s passionate embrace, overwhelmed by the exhilarating feeling of flesh against flesh after abstaining for so long. He brings his mouth to mine, but I turn...
Jorōgumo’s Four Hundred Year Feast by Pauline Y...
I tremble in the man’s passionate embrace, overwhelmed by the exhilarating feeling of flesh against flesh after abstaining for so long. He brings his mouth to mine, but I turn...
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alt="Catfish by J.T. Trigonis"
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Catfish by J.T. Trigonis
When Jiru woke up just before 3 a.m., she expected to ease back into sleep. Then she spied her from the window, head bobbing on the water, shoulders shimmering in...
Catfish by J.T. Trigonis
When Jiru woke up just before 3 a.m., she expected to ease back into sleep. Then she spied her from the window, head bobbing on the water, shoulders shimmering in...
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alt="Yūrei Disgrace by Mike Rusetsky"
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Yūrei Disgrace by Mike Rusetsky
Eddie broke away from the tour, slipping back inside the temple while the guide yammered on. His girlfriend was oblivious, nodding along to the boring-ass lecture. Once inside, Eddie headed...
Yūrei Disgrace by Mike Rusetsky
Eddie broke away from the tour, slipping back inside the temple while the guide yammered on. His girlfriend was oblivious, nodding along to the boring-ass lecture. Once inside, Eddie headed...
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alt="Scared Shitless by Joanne Macias"
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Scared Shitless by Joanne Macias
I regretted that extra drink, but grateful toilets were nearby. Running in, I took the last stall. Not realising I took a stall without paper, I became startled by a...
Scared Shitless by Joanne Macias
I regretted that extra drink, but grateful toilets were nearby. Running in, I took the last stall. Not realising I took a stall without paper, I became startled by a...
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alt="The Scream by Ken Whitson"
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The Scream by Ken Whitson
A prick. A sting. And the voice flows from the syringe—a whisper, really. Soft. Encouraging. Helpful. Nestling between my ears, warm and comfy. But one became two, and two, ten…...
The Scream by Ken Whitson
A prick. A sting. And the voice flows from the syringe—a whisper, really. Soft. Encouraging. Helpful. Nestling between my ears, warm and comfy. But one became two, and two, ten…...