Dark Moments

Surprise! by Andrew Kurtz sizes="(min-width: 1200px) 550px, (min-width: 750px) calc((100vw - 130px) / 2), calc((100vw - 50px) / 2)" alt="Surprise! by Andrew Kurtz" class="motion-reduce" loading="lazy" width="1200" height="630" >

Surprise! by Andrew Kurtz

The camcorder was in the crawlspace, covered in dust. One tape inside, labelled in shaky handwriting: “Help me.” I pressed play. A teenager films himself, terrified. “It makes you forget....

Surprise! by Andrew Kurtz

The camcorder was in the crawlspace, covered in dust. One tape inside, labelled in shaky handwriting: “Help me.” I pressed play. A teenager films himself, terrified. “It makes you forget....

SecurityClip_16-44-32_to_16-45-02.mp4 by Jonathan L. Tolstedt sizes="(min-width: 1200px) 550px, (min-width: 750px) calc((100vw - 130px) / 2), calc((100vw - 50px) / 2)" alt="SecurityClip_16-44-32_to_16-45-02.mp4 by Jonathan L. Tolstedt" class="motion-reduce" loading="lazy" width="1200" height="630" >

SecurityClip_16-44-32_to_16-45-02.mp4 by Jonath...

“What’s this?” I ask, indicating the playback. “Not very funny.” “I was going to ask you that,” Rebecca says, turning from the laptop. “Why would you make such a sick...

SecurityClip_16-44-32_to_16-45-02.mp4 by Jonath...

“What’s this?” I ask, indicating the playback. “Not very funny.” “I was going to ask you that,” Rebecca says, turning from the laptop. “Why would you make such a sick...

Mixed Fortunes by Liam Hogan sizes="(min-width: 1200px) 550px, (min-width: 750px) calc((100vw - 130px) / 2), calc((100vw - 50px) / 2)" alt="Mixed Fortunes by Liam Hogan" class="motion-reduce" loading="lazy" width="1200" height="630" >

Mixed Fortunes by Liam Hogan

The first fortune teller predicted Henry would die horribly in a plane crash. The second, that he’d die in a gruesome automobile accident. He sold his car and started taking...

Mixed Fortunes by Liam Hogan

The first fortune teller predicted Henry would die horribly in a plane crash. The second, that he’d die in a gruesome automobile accident. He sold his car and started taking...

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

Fly by Deborah Tapper

The plane slams to a jarring halt, then hangs stationary at 35,000 feet as anxious pilots check every possible instrument, bewilderment rapidly becoming alarm. Shaken passengers peer out, bruised and...

Fly by Deborah Tapper

The plane slams to a jarring halt, then hangs stationary at 35,000 feet as anxious pilots check every possible instrument, bewilderment rapidly becoming alarm. Shaken passengers peer out, bruised and...

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

Boneyard by Pauline Barmby

She trudges over sand, past landing gear, under wings, seeking a flight that never reached its destination. Regional, mainline, and cargo craft repose in the desert sun, their livery bleached...

Boneyard by Pauline Barmby

She trudges over sand, past landing gear, under wings, seeking a flight that never reached its destination. Regional, mainline, and cargo craft repose in the desert sun, their livery bleached...

The Late Night Cleaning Crew by Michelle Brett sizes="(min-width: 1200px) 550px, (min-width: 750px) calc((100vw - 130px) / 2), calc((100vw - 50px) / 2)" alt="The Late Night Cleaning Crew by Michelle Brett" class="motion-reduce" loading="lazy" width="1200" height="630" >

The Late Night Cleaning Crew by Michelle Brett

Empty chip packets rustled; cans crunched between sharp teeth. Lewis burrowed deeper into his stained seat. He’d just wanted somewhere warm to spend the night, and an empty bus back...

The Late Night Cleaning Crew by Michelle Brett

Empty chip packets rustled; cans crunched between sharp teeth. Lewis burrowed deeper into his stained seat. He’d just wanted somewhere warm to spend the night, and an empty bus back...

Product Launch: Family Car by S.F.J. Painter sizes="(min-width: 1200px) 550px, (min-width: 750px) calc((100vw - 130px) / 2), calc((100vw - 50px) / 2)" alt="Product Launch: Family Car by S.F.J. Painter" class="motion-reduce" loading="lazy" width="1200" height="630" >

Product Launch: Family Car by S.F.J. Painter

“Meet Plasma—the first living automobile. Engineered by my family. My wife’s spine forms the chassis. My son’s muscles work the suspension. My daughter’s skin upholsters the seats—see her freckles in...

Product Launch: Family Car by S.F.J. Painter

“Meet Plasma—the first living automobile. Engineered by my family. My wife’s spine forms the chassis. My son’s muscles work the suspension. My daughter’s skin upholsters the seats—see her freckles in...

Free Gift with Purchase by Sara Kate Egan sizes="(min-width: 1200px) 550px, (min-width: 750px) calc((100vw - 130px) / 2), calc((100vw - 50px) / 2)" alt="Free Gift with Purchase by Sara Kate Egan" class="motion-reduce" loading="lazy" width="1200" height="630" >

Free Gift with Purchase by Sara Kate Egan

Sylvie bought her historic New England-style saltbox house for a major bargain last summer, thanks to what she calls the “ghost discount”. She knew about decades-long hauntings, sightings, exorcisms. A...

Free Gift with Purchase by Sara Kate Egan

Sylvie bought her historic New England-style saltbox house for a major bargain last summer, thanks to what she calls the “ghost discount”. She knew about decades-long hauntings, sightings, exorcisms. A...

Last Judgement by Jeff Currier sizes="(min-width: 1200px) 550px, (min-width: 750px) calc((100vw - 130px) / 2), calc((100vw - 50px) / 2)" alt="Last Judgement by Jeff Currier" class="motion-reduce" loading="lazy" width="1200" height="630" >

Last Judgement by Jeff Currier

Tucked amidst innumerable credit offers and his cologne-infused GQ magazine, Paxton found a glossy museum-print postcard. Grotesque demons devoured sinners in some Bosch-like rendition of Hell. He peered closer. One...

Last Judgement by Jeff Currier

Tucked amidst innumerable credit offers and his cologne-infused GQ magazine, Paxton found a glossy museum-print postcard. Grotesque demons devoured sinners in some Bosch-like rendition of Hell. He peered closer. One...

My Mind by Drabbler Dan sizes="(min-width: 1200px) 550px, (min-width: 750px) calc((100vw - 130px) / 2), calc((100vw - 50px) / 2)" alt="My Mind by Drabbler Dan" class="motion-reduce" loading="lazy" width="1200" height="630" >

My Mind by Drabbler Dan

The picture on the front is blank. An emptiness that is not black, not white, a swirling grey. In the right light, you can make out the image of a...

My Mind by Drabbler Dan

The picture on the front is blank. An emptiness that is not black, not white, a swirling grey. In the right light, you can make out the image of a...

The Things We Fight For by Liam Hogan sizes="(min-width: 1200px) 550px, (min-width: 750px) calc((100vw - 130px) / 2), calc((100vw - 50px) / 2)" alt="The Things We Fight For by Liam Hogan" class="motion-reduce" loading="lazy" width="1200" height="630" >

The Things We Fight For by Liam Hogan

Dear Son, The arena is silent today. As we collect the reward we fight so hard for: a pen, a small piece of card. Three-hundred and sixty-four days I have...

The Things We Fight For by Liam Hogan

Dear Son, The arena is silent today. As we collect the reward we fight so hard for: a pen, a small piece of card. Three-hundred and sixty-four days I have...

Greetings from Down Under by Kristin Lennox sizes="(min-width: 1200px) 550px, (min-width: 750px) calc((100vw - 130px) / 2), calc((100vw - 50px) / 2)" alt="Greetings from Down Under by Kristin Lennox" class="motion-reduce" loading="lazy" width="1200" height="630" >

Greetings from Down Under by Kristin Lennox

Went snorkelling in the Maldives. How’s that blizzard? Like clockwork, every other month another postcard would arrive from her ex. Had lunch on a yacht in Dubai. What’s up with...

Greetings from Down Under by Kristin Lennox

Went snorkelling in the Maldives. How’s that blizzard? Like clockwork, every other month another postcard would arrive from her ex. Had lunch on a yacht in Dubai. What’s up with...