Dark Moments
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alt="No More Littering by Arvee Fantilagan"
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No More Littering by Arvee Fantilagan
I laughed when I read about that CEO vomiting oil during a meeting. After that pipeline disaster, he had it coming. I enjoyed learning that my high school bully puked...
No More Littering by Arvee Fantilagan
I laughed when I read about that CEO vomiting oil during a meeting. After that pipeline disaster, he had it coming. I enjoyed learning that my high school bully puked...
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alt="My First Doll by B.G. Smith"
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My First Doll by B.G. Smith
I put the doll in my grandmother’s casket before they lowered her into the ground. Nana gave me “Mazie” on my first birthday. Now, she would spend eternity with Nana....
My First Doll by B.G. Smith
I put the doll in my grandmother’s casket before they lowered her into the ground. Nana gave me “Mazie” on my first birthday. Now, she would spend eternity with Nana....
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alt="Grave Return by Andrew Kurtz"
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Grave Return by Andrew Kurtz
She'd wept for an hour after it slipped, thirty-two years of marriage swallowed by the drain's dark throat. Three days since they'd buried Gerald, her dear husband. The basement flooded...
Grave Return by Andrew Kurtz
She'd wept for an hour after it slipped, thirty-two years of marriage swallowed by the drain's dark throat. Three days since they'd buried Gerald, her dear husband. The basement flooded...
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alt="Whispers by Tim Law"
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Whispers by Tim Law
Return to sender… Each morning when I shower, I hear these words, whispers echoing. “Return what to sender?!” I scream at the mirror. The mirror never replies. It has been...
Whispers by Tim Law
Return to sender… Each morning when I shower, I hear these words, whispers echoing. “Return what to sender?!” I scream at the mirror. The mirror never replies. It has been...
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alt="Charred Lullaby by Andreas Flögel"
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Charred Lullaby by Andreas Flögel
My little son, Jake, scratched at the door again. Three weeks dead, yet he returned nightly. I prayed he wouldn't wake Lydia; she couldn't handle the horror. That night, Jake...
Charred Lullaby by Andreas Flögel
My little son, Jake, scratched at the door again. Three weeks dead, yet he returned nightly. I prayed he wouldn't wake Lydia; she couldn't handle the horror. That night, Jake...
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alt="My Father's Hands by M.D. Smith IV"
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My Father's Hands by M.D. Smith IV
I have my father's hands in a gallon jar of formaldehyde. I paid the mortician a tip since it was a closed casket after the wreck. He said no one...
My Father's Hands by M.D. Smith IV
I have my father's hands in a gallon jar of formaldehyde. I paid the mortician a tip since it was a closed casket after the wreck. He said no one...
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alt="Message in a Bottle by Monique Youzwa"
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Message in a Bottle by Monique Youzwa
Sunlight bounced off the glass, stabbing Jane’s eyes as it tumbled end over end before splashing into the sea. The message on the crisp white paper was simple: Bring Him...
Message in a Bottle by Monique Youzwa
Sunlight bounced off the glass, stabbing Jane’s eyes as it tumbled end over end before splashing into the sea. The message on the crisp white paper was simple: Bring Him...
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alt="Damage Done by Evan Baughfman"
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Damage Done by Evan Baughfman
My three-year-old, Theo, has dropped library books into bathwater. He’s scribbled inside others with crayons. Yesterday, he ripped pages from our latest borrows. The librarian’s upset. Again. “They’re just books,”...
Damage Done by Evan Baughfman
My three-year-old, Theo, has dropped library books into bathwater. He’s scribbled inside others with crayons. Yesterday, he ripped pages from our latest borrows. The librarian’s upset. Again. “They’re just books,”...
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alt="The Art of Subtlety by Randall Andrews"
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The Art of Subtlety by Randall Andrews
Tony slipped the note free from the ribbon that bound the small box, opened it, and read: Dear Tony, You can stop looking for your brother. The truth...
The Art of Subtlety by Randall Andrews
Tony slipped the note free from the ribbon that bound the small box, opened it, and read: Dear Tony, You can stop looking for your brother. The truth...
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alt="All Sales Are Final by Tannis Mill"
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All Sales Are Final by Tannis Mill
I’d like to return this, please.” Roger glanced up as the elderly woman placed a hammer on the counter. She was beaming—the kind of smile that crinkles the eyes, like...
All Sales Are Final by Tannis Mill
I’d like to return this, please.” Roger glanced up as the elderly woman placed a hammer on the counter. She was beaming—the kind of smile that crinkles the eyes, like...
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alt="Blood Bank Security System by M.D. Smith IV"
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Blood Bank Security System by M.D. Smith IV
Homely Erin Lockhardt guarded a blood bank where red cell packs vanished nightly. Reviewing footage, she found motion logs just after midnight but empty images. She summoned her boss, pointing...
Blood Bank Security System by M.D. Smith IV
Homely Erin Lockhardt guarded a blood bank where red cell packs vanished nightly. Reviewing footage, she found motion logs just after midnight but empty images. She summoned her boss, pointing...
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alt="The Attic Door by B.G. Smith"
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The Attic Door by B.G. Smith
A woman in her fifties sat in our parlour—our parlour—warning the camera, “It’s living in the attic!” The tapes were labelled in handwriting, too careful to be casual: 1986, 1987,...
The Attic Door by B.G. Smith
A woman in her fifties sat in our parlour—our parlour—warning the camera, “It’s living in the attic!” The tapes were labelled in handwriting, too careful to be casual: 1986, 1987,...