Dark Moments
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alt="At the End by Kimberly Rei"
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At the End by Kimberly Rei
“At the end of the world, there is Redemption.” The priest stalked closer, whispering over and over. Acolytes circled us, trapping me in a shadowed alcove. I didn't believe the...
At the End by Kimberly Rei
“At the end of the world, there is Redemption.” The priest stalked closer, whispering over and over. Acolytes circled us, trapping me in a shadowed alcove. I didn't believe the...
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alt="Icebound by Kristin Lennox"
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Icebound by Kristin Lennox
The village had been entombed centuries earlier by a flash avalanche. Bodies, perfectly preserved in the ice, were twisted, mouths open in horror…except one: a young woman, standing with hand...
Icebound by Kristin Lennox
The village had been entombed centuries earlier by a flash avalanche. Bodies, perfectly preserved in the ice, were twisted, mouths open in horror…except one: a young woman, standing with hand...
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alt="Free Choice by Bridget Holland"
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Free Choice by Bridget Holland
“I miss my daughter.” The woman’s hands knot together, white-knuckled, desperate. Few find our valley. Fewer consider trading our centuries of peace for a brief lifetime outside. But all may...
Free Choice by Bridget Holland
“I miss my daughter.” The woman’s hands knot together, white-knuckled, desperate. Few find our valley. Fewer consider trading our centuries of peace for a brief lifetime outside. But all may...
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alt="Expedition to Crete by Kelly Matsuura"
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Expedition to Crete by Kelly Matsuura
The tremors worsen. The stone walls collapse under pressure, trapping us in a vast, labyrinthine crypt, deep under Minoan ruins. Well, not all of us… I draw my knife as...
Expedition to Crete by Kelly Matsuura
The tremors worsen. The stone walls collapse under pressure, trapping us in a vast, labyrinthine crypt, deep under Minoan ruins. Well, not all of us… I draw my knife as...
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alt="Evolution by Petina Strohmer"
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Evolution by Petina Strohmer
The atmosphere is thick and foul, and the rivers run an oily black. The planet's squealing inhabitants are packed so tightly together, the barren ground beneath their feet is barely...
Evolution by Petina Strohmer
The atmosphere is thick and foul, and the rivers run an oily black. The planet's squealing inhabitants are packed so tightly together, the barren ground beneath their feet is barely...
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alt="Forewarnings by Sam Snyder"
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Forewarnings by Sam Snyder
The radios went out forty minutes ago. We’re too far underground—the water dripping from the ceiling is frigid—but none of us wanted to leave after seeing the first of the...
Forewarnings by Sam Snyder
The radios went out forty minutes ago. We’re too far underground—the water dripping from the ceiling is frigid—but none of us wanted to leave after seeing the first of the...
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alt="An Excavation by Cailín Frankland"
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An Excavation by Cailín Frankland
They took our relics first: pots and tools, playthings and jewellery. This we tolerated, chuckling at their blustering talk of papers, conferences, museum displays. We bore their ambition, indulged their...
An Excavation by Cailín Frankland
They took our relics first: pots and tools, playthings and jewellery. This we tolerated, chuckling at their blustering talk of papers, conferences, museum displays. We bore their ambition, indulged their...
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alt="The Doctor Will Be With You Shortly by Weird Wilkins"
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The Doctor Will Be With You Shortly by Weird Wi...
The gas has done its job. You lie there barely awake, the pain in your teeth has numbed, from agony to a dull ache. You lie there on the chair,...
The Doctor Will Be With You Shortly by Weird Wi...
The gas has done its job. You lie there barely awake, the pain in your teeth has numbed, from agony to a dull ache. You lie there on the chair,...
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alt="The Surgeon by Tracy Davidson"
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The Surgeon by Tracy Davidson
For someone who spends so much time wielding scalpels, a sudden attack of haemophobia is somewhat inconvenient. My therapist shares my fear. She talks me through her coping mechanisms. She’s...
The Surgeon by Tracy Davidson
For someone who spends so much time wielding scalpels, a sudden attack of haemophobia is somewhat inconvenient. My therapist shares my fear. She talks me through her coping mechanisms. She’s...
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alt="The Same As You by Tim Law"
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The Same As You by Tim Law
I watched on, helpless, as you faded away. All of those crosswords, logic puzzles, the way you challenged and stretched your mind. Nothing seemed to help, nothing stopped or even...
The Same As You by Tim Law
I watched on, helpless, as you faded away. All of those crosswords, logic puzzles, the way you challenged and stretched your mind. Nothing seemed to help, nothing stopped or even...
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alt="Hydro-Phobia by Anastasia Jill"
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Hydro-Phobia by Anastasia Jill
Hydro— Foam, like venom bile. Jaws, square and concrete, hit the floor. Throat open, wide open and dry as a desert. Shaking, shaking, shaking—Please! I’m so scared. My mouth...
Hydro-Phobia by Anastasia Jill
Hydro— Foam, like venom bile. Jaws, square and concrete, hit the floor. Throat open, wide open and dry as a desert. Shaking, shaking, shaking—Please! I’m so scared. My mouth...
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alt="Hellekin by P.S. Traum"
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Hellekin by P.S. Traum
Pasty white corpse makeup, a cackling laugh... A clown at a party is funny, but when you encounter that same clown in a dark alley at night, waiting for you...
Hellekin by P.S. Traum
Pasty white corpse makeup, a cackling laugh... A clown at a party is funny, but when you encounter that same clown in a dark alley at night, waiting for you...