Dark Moments
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Dad’s Secrets by Jordan Chase-Young
Candice sneaks into Dad’s lab using the passcode she watched him enter through her binoculars. The lab is cold and dark, hissing with fluids and stinking of formaldehyde. What greets...
Dad’s Secrets by Jordan Chase-Young
Candice sneaks into Dad’s lab using the passcode she watched him enter through her binoculars. The lab is cold and dark, hissing with fluids and stinking of formaldehyde. What greets...
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alt="The Look by Weird Wilkins"
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The Look by Weird Wilkins
As a child, I always feared the picture my mother kept by her bedside. I never understood why she would frame an image of such a grotesque monster. It looked...
The Look by Weird Wilkins
As a child, I always feared the picture my mother kept by her bedside. I never understood why she would frame an image of such a grotesque monster. It looked...
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alt="Picking Off a Bloody Show-Off by C.L. Sidell"
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Picking Off a Bloody Show-Off by C.L. Sidell
Uncle’s hosting this year’s family get-together. I steer along the winding road. Birdsong floats through the open windows, spring foliage perfumes my nose. Reaching Uncle’s cabin, I spy a tattered...
Picking Off a Bloody Show-Off by C.L. Sidell
Uncle’s hosting this year’s family get-together. I steer along the winding road. Birdsong floats through the open windows, spring foliage perfumes my nose. Reaching Uncle’s cabin, I spy a tattered...
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alt="It's All About the Blood by Andrew Kurtz"
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It's All About the Blood by Andrew Kurtz
“Enos, I'm your brother!” Ted screamed as he was being lowered into the vat of scalding acid. “Satan demands the sacrifice of a blood relative in order for me to...
It's All About the Blood by Andrew Kurtz
“Enos, I'm your brother!” Ted screamed as he was being lowered into the vat of scalding acid. “Satan demands the sacrifice of a blood relative in order for me to...
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alt="Fairy-mother is Magic, Fairy-mother is Good by Michael Sonray-Kelly"
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Fairy-mother is Magic, Fairy-mother is Good by ...
Fairy-mother’s sharp teeth mirror moonlight, promising terrible things for a price. Poor, ash-covered Ella, whose sisters’ cruel laughs echo still, offers Fairy-mother her pet mice, garden geese, a rotten pumpkin....
Fairy-mother is Magic, Fairy-mother is Good by ...
Fairy-mother’s sharp teeth mirror moonlight, promising terrible things for a price. Poor, ash-covered Ella, whose sisters’ cruel laughs echo still, offers Fairy-mother her pet mice, garden geese, a rotten pumpkin....
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alt="Nana by G.B. Dinesh"
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Nana by G.B. Dinesh
They were talking about death at Nana’s eightieth birthday party. I sat on her lap. “She won’t die, she is a witch,” one of her friends said, cackling. I looked...
Nana by G.B. Dinesh
They were talking about death at Nana’s eightieth birthday party. I sat on her lap. “She won’t die, she is a witch,” one of her friends said, cackling. I looked...
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alt="A Father's Son by Crystal N. Ramos"
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A Father's Son by Crystal N. Ramos
His father always wore a locket, an oddity the son couldn’t help but notice. When asked, his father tucked it inside his shirt and said, “It keeps the demon form...
A Father's Son by Crystal N. Ramos
His father always wore a locket, an oddity the son couldn’t help but notice. When asked, his father tucked it inside his shirt and said, “It keeps the demon form...
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alt="Family Fetish by Pauline Yates"
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Family Fetish by Pauline Yates
I resisted the urge for years, hoping the curse had skipped a generation and I’d be spared the gruesome reality that I was indeed the spawn of my father. He...
Family Fetish by Pauline Yates
I resisted the urge for years, hoping the curse had skipped a generation and I’d be spared the gruesome reality that I was indeed the spawn of my father. He...
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alt="Growing Friendship by Suzanne Link"
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Growing Friendship by Suzanne Link
Patrice’s tiny hands smack the earth with finality. “How’s that, Mama?” “Perfect.” My heart bursts with motherly joy. Farming runs in our veins, and Patrice is a natural. “Time to...
Growing Friendship by Suzanne Link
Patrice’s tiny hands smack the earth with finality. “How’s that, Mama?” “Perfect.” My heart bursts with motherly joy. Farming runs in our veins, and Patrice is a natural. “Time to...
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alt="Family Rituals by Yvonne Lang"
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Family Rituals by Yvonne Lang
I cried when Grandmother strangled the baby. I sobbed when I had to cook and season its body. Grandmother insisted it was an essential part of my witch education. The...
Family Rituals by Yvonne Lang
I cried when Grandmother strangled the baby. I sobbed when I had to cook and season its body. Grandmother insisted it was an essential part of my witch education. The...
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alt="Blended Family by Scott O'Neill"
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Blended Family by Scott O'Neill
I awaken to paralysis. Blinding lights. Hospital smells. I vaguely recall feeling dizzy at Mom’s wedding reception. “You’re conscious.” My new stepfather glides into view, wearing blood-spattered scrubs and a...
Blended Family by Scott O'Neill
I awaken to paralysis. Blinding lights. Hospital smells. I vaguely recall feeling dizzy at Mom’s wedding reception. “You’re conscious.” My new stepfather glides into view, wearing blood-spattered scrubs and a...
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alt="Served by Penny Durham"
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Served by Penny Durham
The king greeted us more like old friends than envoys from his enemy. “You are weary! Rest. Tomorrow we’ll talk.” Rada turned her blue eyes on me as we parted,...
Served by Penny Durham
The king greeted us more like old friends than envoys from his enemy. “You are weary! Rest. Tomorrow we’ll talk.” Rada turned her blue eyes on me as we parted,...