Dark Moments
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alt="Broken by Tim Law"
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Broken by Tim Law
You cut down my father, stole my sister away; leaving me a sword I couldn’t lift and a burning desire for revenge. Now you have returned, older, just as I...
Broken by Tim Law
You cut down my father, stole my sister away; leaving me a sword I couldn’t lift and a burning desire for revenge. Now you have returned, older, just as I...
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alt="Norseman of the Dead by Andrew Kurtz"
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Norseman of the Dead by Andrew Kurtz
The rancorous stench of death emanating from the Viking longboat reached up to the Halls of Valhalla and Fenrir's nostrils. The dead don't always travel on land, but sea. The...
Norseman of the Dead by Andrew Kurtz
The rancorous stench of death emanating from the Viking longboat reached up to the Halls of Valhalla and Fenrir's nostrils. The dead don't always travel on land, but sea. The...
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alt="The Last One by Stephen Herczeg"
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The Last One by Stephen Herczeg
Dark skies greet me as I wake. Pain strikes my flesh. ‘Tis nothing compared to that of my friends, my comrades, my enemies. Dead, littering the battlefield, unmoving. I am...
The Last One by Stephen Herczeg
Dark skies greet me as I wake. Pain strikes my flesh. ‘Tis nothing compared to that of my friends, my comrades, my enemies. Dead, littering the battlefield, unmoving. I am...
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alt="Shield-Maiden by Kailey Alessi"
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Shield-Maiden by Kailey Alessi
“Don’t touch me!” I back up, my knife comically small compared to the sword brandished by the invader. “You’re brave, girl.” The invader removes her helmet and blonde braids cascade...
Shield-Maiden by Kailey Alessi
“Don’t touch me!” I back up, my knife comically small compared to the sword brandished by the invader. “You’re brave, girl.” The invader removes her helmet and blonde braids cascade...
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alt="Völva by Martin Murray"
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Völva by Martin Murray
Oein awaited the Witch on the grounds where his slaughtered army lay. She promised him their return in exchange for his daughters. The Witch appeared from the shadows, her face...
Völva by Martin Murray
Oein awaited the Witch on the grounds where his slaughtered army lay. She promised him their return in exchange for his daughters. The Witch appeared from the shadows, her face...
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alt="Facing the Enemy by Jameson Grey"
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Facing the Enemy by Jameson Grey
“This cur does not deserve the blood eagle,” Harald, the clan chief, declared. Having once witnessed the ritual, I considered him not tearing out my ribs and ripping out my...
Facing the Enemy by Jameson Grey
“This cur does not deserve the blood eagle,” Harald, the clan chief, declared. Having once witnessed the ritual, I considered him not tearing out my ribs and ripping out my...
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alt="Boat Ride by James Rumpel"
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Boat Ride by James Rumpel
Thor Rorakson hesitated before opening his eyes. He felt calm, as if he were floating. Perhaps he was on his way to Valhalla. The village’s resistance had been surprising, and...
Boat Ride by James Rumpel
Thor Rorakson hesitated before opening his eyes. He felt calm, as if he were floating. Perhaps he was on his way to Valhalla. The village’s resistance had been surprising, and...
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alt="Fatal Walk by David D. West"
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Fatal Walk by David D. West
Broðir grunted as they made the incision in his naked stomach. His captors reached two fingers in, hooked a section of long intestine, and pulled. Broðir shuddered at the squelching...
Fatal Walk by David D. West
Broðir grunted as they made the incision in his naked stomach. His captors reached two fingers in, hooked a section of long intestine, and pulled. Broðir shuddered at the squelching...
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alt="Figurehead by Tannis Mills"
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Figurehead by Tannis Mills
Did she regret it? Estrid gazed below. Her husband on the dock, arms crossed, cold, as always. Refusing to meet her eyes, even knowing it would be the last. The...
Figurehead by Tannis Mills
Did she regret it? Estrid gazed below. Her husband on the dock, arms crossed, cold, as always. Refusing to meet her eyes, even knowing it would be the last. The...
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alt="Sword In Hand by Jeff Currier"
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Sword In Hand by Jeff Currier
Fleeting spectral images taunted Sigurd’s memory. Opening a man’s throat. Striding through crimson spray. Quick slashes ending children’s caterwauling. A golden-haired beauty screaming Valkyrie threats. Laughing, swatting away her knife....
Sword In Hand by Jeff Currier
Fleeting spectral images taunted Sigurd’s memory. Opening a man’s throat. Striding through crimson spray. Quick slashes ending children’s caterwauling. A golden-haired beauty screaming Valkyrie threats. Laughing, swatting away her knife....
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alt="Potion by Ryan Van Ells"
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Potion by Ryan Van Ells
The stew looks delicious. My stomach rumbles. I look at the babysitter. “Not yet,” she says. “It needs mandrake root.” I hand her one. “Now?” “Not yet. It needs sage.”...
Potion by Ryan Van Ells
The stew looks delicious. My stomach rumbles. I look at the babysitter. “Not yet,” she says. “It needs mandrake root.” I hand her one. “Now?” “Not yet. It needs sage.”...
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alt="Just Dance by James Rumpel"
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Just Dance by James Rumpel
“It’s a huge crowd,” stated AJ, nervously. “Of course. You’re famous,” replied Cecil, handing AJ the tip jar. AJ moved into position, greeted by raucous applause. Cecil pulled out a...
Just Dance by James Rumpel
“It’s a huge crowd,” stated AJ, nervously. “Of course. You’re famous,” replied Cecil, handing AJ the tip jar. AJ moved into position, greeted by raucous applause. Cecil pulled out a...