Dark Moments
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alt="88 Miles Per Hour aka The 5 Ps of Time Travel by Timmy le Frog"
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88 Miles Per Hour aka The 5 Ps of Time Travel b...
I’d saved every pocket money cent since my sixth birthday. Every pay cheque, even my retirement fund. All of it went toward a beat-up DeLorean and a copy of THAT...
88 Miles Per Hour aka The 5 Ps of Time Travel b...
I’d saved every pocket money cent since my sixth birthday. Every pay cheque, even my retirement fund. All of it went toward a beat-up DeLorean and a copy of THAT...
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alt="The Void Between Two Heartbeats by M. Tensor"
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The Void Between Two Heartbeats by M. Tensor
The tick of the clock dissolved the exact moment I began my journey through time. It wasn't a sound; it was a vacuum where rhythm should be. I tried to...
The Void Between Two Heartbeats by M. Tensor
The tick of the clock dissolved the exact moment I began my journey through time. It wasn't a sound; it was a vacuum where rhythm should be. I tried to...
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alt="Logistics of the Damned by Diana Parrilla"
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Logistics of the Damned by Diana Parrilla
The ward rattled as the chronal engines cycled. Due to “administrative efficiency,” the hospital registered soldiers as dead five minutes before their actual demise to save on logistics. “I'm still...
Logistics of the Damned by Diana Parrilla
The ward rattled as the chronal engines cycled. Due to “administrative efficiency,” the hospital registered soldiers as dead five minutes before their actual demise to save on logistics. “I'm still...
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alt="Heartwood by R.J. Cannon"
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Heartwood by R.J. Cannon
It was the starving time again. A farmer led two children into deep snow and through the naked forest. And left them alone below a leafless poplar. Later, the boy,...
Heartwood by R.J. Cannon
It was the starving time again. A farmer led two children into deep snow and through the naked forest. And left them alone below a leafless poplar. Later, the boy,...
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alt="Denied by J.B. Corso"
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Denied by J.B. Corso
“Joanne’s not a doll. She’s your sister, and she needs me.” The dishevelled mother looked away. “Besides, you’re eighteen now. Enough already.” “Momma, please,” Ghalhana said through a crying jag....
Denied by J.B. Corso
“Joanne’s not a doll. She’s your sister, and she needs me.” The dishevelled mother looked away. “Besides, you’re eighteen now. Enough already.” “Momma, please,” Ghalhana said through a crying jag....
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alt="Cold Recognition by Andreas Flögel"
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Cold Recognition by Andreas Flögel
This is not my body. I wake in someone else's skin and taste copper. The ceiling is familiar. The smell of bleach too. My cellar. My table. My chains. Then...
Cold Recognition by Andreas Flögel
This is not my body. I wake in someone else's skin and taste copper. The ceiling is familiar. The smell of bleach too. My cellar. My table. My chains. Then...
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alt="Winter Feast by Pauline Yates"
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Winter Feast by Pauline Yates
She regrets using the strange iron blade. The serrated edge splattered meat and blood all over the floor. How she longs for her favourite stone blade, the one that would...
Winter Feast by Pauline Yates
She regrets using the strange iron blade. The serrated edge splattered meat and blood all over the floor. How she longs for her favourite stone blade, the one that would...
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alt="Sometimes It’s Better to Not Know by Michelle Brett"
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Sometimes It’s Better to Not Know by Michelle B...
The room it left her in was always empty, free from windows and a door. White walls, white floor. It was chilling, yet it left no sensation on her skin...
Sometimes It’s Better to Not Know by Michelle B...
The room it left her in was always empty, free from windows and a door. White walls, white floor. It was chilling, yet it left no sensation on her skin...
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alt="4BR, 3BA Smart Home - Live Clutter Free by Greg Clumpner"
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4BR, 3BA Smart Home - Live Clutter Free by Greg...
They needed space for their expanding family. They moved in with their new baby and set the house parameters to maintain a fixed balance. At Christmas, the house disposed of...
4BR, 3BA Smart Home - Live Clutter Free by Greg...
They needed space for their expanding family. They moved in with their new baby and set the house parameters to maintain a fixed balance. At Christmas, the house disposed of...
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alt="And the Earth Shall Give Up Its Dead by Kristin Lennox"
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And the Earth Shall Give Up Its Dead by Kristin...
I rec’onised Reggie straightaway. We buried that rabbit last summer, but here he was, jus’ fur and bones, set on the front porch. The pets kept comin’—soon they’s five dead...
And the Earth Shall Give Up Its Dead by Kristin...
I rec’onised Reggie straightaway. We buried that rabbit last summer, but here he was, jus’ fur and bones, set on the front porch. The pets kept comin’—soon they’s five dead...
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alt="Reunited by Darlene Holt"
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Reunited by Darlene Holt
“For fifty shillings, I’ll reunite you with lost loves,” boasted the barman. I desperately slammed my coins on the counter. “Give me Geraldine!” With a flash, a dark figure came...
Reunited by Darlene Holt
“For fifty shillings, I’ll reunite you with lost loves,” boasted the barman. I desperately slammed my coins on the counter. “Give me Geraldine!” With a flash, a dark figure came...
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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...