Dark Moments
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alt="Foraged by Amy Tasillo"
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Foraged by Amy Tasillo
We’re lost, but that’s beside the point. I don’t know how long we’ve been wandering—I remember nothing before we ate the fruit. We grabbed it by the handful and ate...
Foraged by Amy Tasillo
We’re lost, but that’s beside the point. I don’t know how long we’ve been wandering—I remember nothing before we ate the fruit. We grabbed it by the handful and ate...
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alt="Forbidden Fruit by Randall Andrews"
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Forbidden Fruit by Randall Andrews
From the look of it, the jungle Kai and I are gathering fruit in could be the Amazon back on Earth. But it's not. Not by twenty light years. “Have...
Forbidden Fruit by Randall Andrews
From the look of it, the jungle Kai and I are gathering fruit in could be the Amazon back on Earth. But it's not. Not by twenty light years. “Have...
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alt="Home by Amanda Bergloff"
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Home by Amanda Bergloff
“You’re not my family!” “We are now, Zuri, and when you call us, we will always answer.” Zuri paced the floor, remembering their last words to him. Words that bound...
Home by Amanda Bergloff
“You’re not my family!” “We are now, Zuri, and when you call us, we will always answer.” Zuri paced the floor, remembering their last words to him. Words that bound...
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alt="Father’s Hungry by Ryan Van Ells"
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Father’s Hungry by Ryan Van Ells
Father hasn’t eaten. His rumble reverberates from the basement stairs, rattling the walls. Mother is little more than a skeleton, unable to feed him. Your sister trembles beside you. The...
Father’s Hungry by Ryan Van Ells
Father hasn’t eaten. His rumble reverberates from the basement stairs, rattling the walls. Mother is little more than a skeleton, unable to feed him. Your sister trembles beside you. The...
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alt="Dad’s Secrets by Jordan Chase-Young"
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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...