Dark Moments

America’s Got Witchcraft by Tracy Davidson sizes="(min-width: 1200px) 550px, (min-width: 750px) calc((100vw - 130px) / 2), calc((100vw - 50px) / 2)" alt="America’s Got Witchcraft by Tracy Davidson" class="motion-reduce" loading="lazy" width="1200" height="630" >

America’s Got Witchcraft by Tracy Davidson

I said my spells would blow their minds. But hadn’t expected results to be so literal. There are typos in my grimoire. That damn cat exaggerated his keyboard skills. Blood...

America’s Got Witchcraft by Tracy Davidson

I said my spells would blow their minds. But hadn’t expected results to be so literal. There are typos in my grimoire. That damn cat exaggerated his keyboard skills. Blood...

The Witch’s Trees by Kathryn Reilly sizes="(min-width: 1200px) 550px, (min-width: 750px) calc((100vw - 130px) / 2), calc((100vw - 50px) / 2)" alt="The Witch’s Trees by Kathryn Reilly" class="motion-reduce" loading="lazy" width="1200" height="630" >

The Witch’s Trees by Kathryn Reilly

To silence her coming screams, the priest shoved an apple into the witch’s mouth. As the kindling caught, she chewed, seeking the seeds. Consumed, she whispered a curse to kill...

The Witch’s Trees by Kathryn Reilly

To silence her coming screams, the priest shoved an apple into the witch’s mouth. As the kindling caught, she chewed, seeking the seeds. Consumed, she whispered a curse to kill...

Free Feet Are Happy Feet by Susan Monroe McGrath sizes="(min-width: 1200px) 550px, (min-width: 750px) calc((100vw - 130px) / 2), calc((100vw - 50px) / 2)" alt="Free Feet Are Happy Feet by Susan Monroe McGrath" class="motion-reduce" loading="lazy" width="1200" height="630" >

Free Feet Are Happy Feet by Susan Monroe McGrath

Chelsea hated shoes. They meant pinched toes, rubbed heels, sweaty suffocated feet. She preferred one of her twenty pairs of flip-flops. No toe pinch, no heel rub, no sweat. Chelsea’s...

Free Feet Are Happy Feet by Susan Monroe McGrath

Chelsea hated shoes. They meant pinched toes, rubbed heels, sweaty suffocated feet. She preferred one of her twenty pairs of flip-flops. No toe pinch, no heel rub, no sweat. Chelsea’s...

Like and Follow by Aurelio Rico Lopez III sizes="(min-width: 1200px) 550px, (min-width: 750px) calc((100vw - 130px) / 2), calc((100vw - 50px) / 2)" alt="Like and Follow by Aurelio Rico Lopez III" class="motion-reduce" loading="lazy" width="1200" height="630" >

Like and Follow by Aurelio Rico Lopez III

Mark stepped around the pool of blood slowly spreading across the grimy floor. Chunks of brain tissue, bone, and patches of scalp and hair littered the ground. Tom—what was left...

Like and Follow by Aurelio Rico Lopez III

Mark stepped around the pool of blood slowly spreading across the grimy floor. Chunks of brain tissue, bone, and patches of scalp and hair littered the ground. Tom—what was left...

Gesundheit by Scott O'Neill sizes="(min-width: 1200px) 550px, (min-width: 750px) calc((100vw - 130px) / 2), calc((100vw - 50px) / 2)" alt="Gesundheit by Scott O'Neill" class="motion-reduce" loading="lazy" width="1200" height="630" >

Gesundheit by Scott O'Neill

Rabbi Michnik proudly watched his golem dismember four more Schutzstaffel guards. Imprisoned in Hitler’s occult research facility, he’d invested months in secret sculpting and kabbalistic rituals to refine the humaniform...

Gesundheit by Scott O'Neill

Rabbi Michnik proudly watched his golem dismember four more Schutzstaffel guards. Imprisoned in Hitler’s occult research facility, he’d invested months in secret sculpting and kabbalistic rituals to refine the humaniform...

Grisly Transformation by Evan Baughfman sizes="(min-width: 1200px) 550px, (min-width: 750px) calc((100vw - 130px) / 2), calc((100vw - 50px) / 2)" alt="Grisly Transformation by Evan Baughfman" class="motion-reduce" loading="lazy" width="1200" height="630" >

Grisly Transformation by Evan Baughfman

Shawn sat in the driver’s seat of an extra-terrestrial vehicle, though he wasn’t steering his new friend. The Corvette—shape-shifting robot, Xcellsior—carried its teenage companion over rain-slick roads, dashboard stereo blasting...

Grisly Transformation by Evan Baughfman

Shawn sat in the driver’s seat of an extra-terrestrial vehicle, though he wasn’t steering his new friend. The Corvette—shape-shifting robot, Xcellsior—carried its teenage companion over rain-slick roads, dashboard stereo blasting...

In Our Best Interests by Penny Durham sizes="(min-width: 1200px) 550px, (min-width: 750px) calc((100vw - 130px) / 2), calc((100vw - 50px) / 2)" alt="In Our Best Interests by Penny Durham" class="motion-reduce" loading="lazy" width="1200" height="630" >

In Our Best Interests by Penny Durham

“Mission accomplished” flashed up on monitors worldwide. DeepGreen, usually so modest, was entitled to some self-congratulation. The AI had fulfilled the mission entrusted to it thirteen years ago, a mission...

In Our Best Interests by Penny Durham

“Mission accomplished” flashed up on monitors worldwide. DeepGreen, usually so modest, was entitled to some self-congratulation. The AI had fulfilled the mission entrusted to it thirteen years ago, a mission...

Wish Fulfilment by Stuart Docherty sizes="(min-width: 1200px) 550px, (min-width: 750px) calc((100vw - 130px) / 2), calc((100vw - 50px) / 2)" alt="Wish Fulfilment by Stuart Docherty" class="motion-reduce" loading="lazy" width="1200" height="630" >

Wish Fulfilment by Stuart Docherty

“Give me two tusks, and the force and will to crush my foes between them, to hear their eyes burst,” I said when I found the magic lamp; it was...

Wish Fulfilment by Stuart Docherty

“Give me two tusks, and the force and will to crush my foes between them, to hear their eyes burst,” I said when I found the magic lamp; it was...

Out of Range by G.B. Dinesh sizes="(min-width: 1200px) 550px, (min-width: 750px) calc((100vw - 130px) / 2), calc((100vw - 50px) / 2)" alt="Out of Range by G.B. Dinesh" class="motion-reduce" loading="lazy" width="1200" height="630" >

Out of Range by G.B. Dinesh

We ate the last of our food today. We’re going to sleep the big sleep now. When we hurtled past Mars, Tim joked, “It’s okay. We’ll reach Jupiter instead.” But...

Out of Range by G.B. Dinesh

We ate the last of our food today. We’re going to sleep the big sleep now. When we hurtled past Mars, Tim joked, “It’s okay. We’ll reach Jupiter instead.” But...

It’s Your Funeral! by Jameson Grey sizes="(min-width: 1200px) 550px, (min-width: 750px) calc((100vw - 130px) / 2), calc((100vw - 50px) / 2)" alt="It’s Your Funeral! by Jameson Grey" class="motion-reduce" loading="lazy" width="1200" height="630" >

It’s Your Funeral! by Jameson Grey

Ed bribed the local gravedigger, Smithy, with a few beers and fifty bucks he could ill afford, and Smithy supplied the coffin with a gleeful, “It’s your funeral, frat boy.”...

It’s Your Funeral! by Jameson Grey

Ed bribed the local gravedigger, Smithy, with a few beers and fifty bucks he could ill afford, and Smithy supplied the coffin with a gleeful, “It’s your funeral, frat boy.”...

A Medical Miracle by Tim Law sizes="(min-width: 1200px) 550px, (min-width: 750px) calc((100vw - 130px) / 2), calc((100vw - 50px) / 2)" alt="A Medical Miracle by Tim Law" class="motion-reduce" loading="lazy" width="1200" height="630" >

A Medical Miracle by Tim Law

They advertised it as the medical breakthrough of the century. No exercise, no diet, just one puff a day and the weight melted away. We all bought it, every single...

A Medical Miracle by Tim Law

They advertised it as the medical breakthrough of the century. No exercise, no diet, just one puff a day and the weight melted away. We all bought it, every single...

Immaculate Record by Alden Terzo sizes="(min-width: 1200px) 550px, (min-width: 750px) calc((100vw - 130px) / 2), calc((100vw - 50px) / 2)" alt="Immaculate Record by Alden Terzo" class="motion-reduce" loading="lazy" width="1200" height="630" >

Immaculate Record by Alden Terzo

Daniella’s eyes fluttered. Pain danced across her body. “What… What happened?”  “We’ve had an accident,” Car answered. “While under manual control, we impacted a guardrail. Help is en route.” “But…...

Immaculate Record by Alden Terzo

Daniella’s eyes fluttered. Pain danced across her body. “What… What happened?”  “We’ve had an accident,” Car answered. “While under manual control, we impacted a guardrail. Help is en route.” “But…...