Dark Moments
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alt="The Measure of a Man is What He Does When Drunk by Paul Lewthwaite"
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The Measure of a Man is What He Does When Drunk...
“I’m more of a man than you!” Eddie said, slurring his words. Mike dropped his bottle of moonshine. “C’mon then, prove it. Grab that chainsaw, or are you chicken?” Eddie...
The Measure of a Man is What He Does When Drunk...
“I’m more of a man than you!” Eddie said, slurring his words. Mike dropped his bottle of moonshine. “C’mon then, prove it. Grab that chainsaw, or are you chicken?” Eddie...
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alt="Don’t Feed the Bears by Zack Zagranis"
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Don’t Feed the Bears by Zack Zagranis
Jason winced as he ripped off his shirt and wound it around the bloody stump that used to be his right hand. Don’t feed the bears. He had always thought...
Don’t Feed the Bears by Zack Zagranis
Jason winced as he ripped off his shirt and wound it around the bloody stump that used to be his right hand. Don’t feed the bears. He had always thought...
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alt="A Friday Night in Texas by Matt Krizan"
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A Friday Night in Texas by Matt Krizan
Darren ambled along the driveway toward the old, run-down farmhouse. From the branches of a nearby tree, chains dangled, meat hooks at the end clinking in the breeze. “What odd...
A Friday Night in Texas by Matt Krizan
Darren ambled along the driveway toward the old, run-down farmhouse. From the branches of a nearby tree, chains dangled, meat hooks at the end clinking in the breeze. “What odd...
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alt="Sparks by Sean MacKendrick"
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Sparks by Sean MacKendrick
Drifting flickers of lights greeted the campers as dusk settled over them. The tiny fireflies pulsed and danced through the air like sparks from the small campfire. Or like the...
Sparks by Sean MacKendrick
Drifting flickers of lights greeted the campers as dusk settled over them. The tiny fireflies pulsed and danced through the air like sparks from the small campfire. Or like the...
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alt="A Forest Lich by Coby Rosser"
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A Forest Lich by Coby Rosser
Sounds emanate from just beyond the thicket of trees enveloping the clearing on which your campsite rests. You hear those noises. Twigs snapping. Ululations of nocturnal creatures. Wind rustling leaves....
A Forest Lich by Coby Rosser
Sounds emanate from just beyond the thicket of trees enveloping the clearing on which your campsite rests. You hear those noises. Twigs snapping. Ululations of nocturnal creatures. Wind rustling leaves....
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alt="Chattering Teeth by Tim Tobin"
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Chattering Teeth by Tim Tobin
The desert sun burns my skin even as my teeth chatter. Life drips from the two bullet holes while the shadows of death sail across the sun, swoop on thermals...
Chattering Teeth by Tim Tobin
The desert sun burns my skin even as my teeth chatter. Life drips from the two bullet holes while the shadows of death sail across the sun, swoop on thermals...
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alt="The Hike by Leigh Kenny"
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The Hike by Leigh Kenny
The hike was gruelling, the woods unforgiving. Jessie huffed and grumbled as she walked. She’d started complaining early into the trek. Conor rolled his eyes, tired of her already. “At...
The Hike by Leigh Kenny
The hike was gruelling, the woods unforgiving. Jessie huffed and grumbled as she walked. She’d started complaining early into the trek. Conor rolled his eyes, tired of her already. “At...
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alt="She Loves Me, She Loves Me Not by C.L. Sidell"
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She Loves Me, She Loves Me Not by C.L. Sidell
I recite the phrase while plucking the dandelion’s petals, one by one. “What are you doing?” Chandra asks, reaching for a wine glass. It’s a lovely day for picnicking—birds tweeting...
She Loves Me, She Loves Me Not by C.L. Sidell
I recite the phrase while plucking the dandelion’s petals, one by one. “What are you doing?” Chandra asks, reaching for a wine glass. It’s a lovely day for picnicking—birds tweeting...
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alt="Wisps on the Moors by Corinne Pollard"
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Wisps on the Moors by Corinne Pollard
I raised my knickers, my bladder no longer full, while the lilac heathers bobbed in gratitude. Ready to continue our hike, I spun round, but his tallness and backpack had...
Wisps on the Moors by Corinne Pollard
I raised my knickers, my bladder no longer full, while the lilac heathers bobbed in gratitude. Ready to continue our hike, I spun round, but his tallness and backpack had...
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alt="Day Three by Kristin Lennox"
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Day Three by Kristin Lennox
The sun slunk over the horizon, blood-orange and violet flame, flooding the sandstone formations with morning majesty. Wind whispered across the still-grey canyon floor, rustling through dead grasses, around cactus...
Day Three by Kristin Lennox
The sun slunk over the horizon, blood-orange and violet flame, flooding the sandstone formations with morning majesty. Wind whispered across the still-grey canyon floor, rustling through dead grasses, around cactus...
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alt="The One Thing You’re Not Supposed to Do by Russell Nichols"
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The One Thing You’re Not Supposed to Do by Russ...
Don't look down, you repeat to yourself, abseiling deeper into the mouth of Olympus Mons. The static rope feels thin as spaghetti. Which is exactly what you’ll look like if...
The One Thing You’re Not Supposed to Do by Russ...
Don't look down, you repeat to yourself, abseiling deeper into the mouth of Olympus Mons. The static rope feels thin as spaghetti. Which is exactly what you’ll look like if...
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alt="Biter, Bit by Liam Hogan"
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Biter, Bit by Liam Hogan
The mosquitoes ignored Claudette. They feasted on the rest of us, whining in ears as we slumbered uneasily beneath nets. We begged for her insect repellent, her face and arms...
Biter, Bit by Liam Hogan
The mosquitoes ignored Claudette. They feasted on the rest of us, whining in ears as we slumbered uneasily beneath nets. We begged for her insect repellent, her face and arms...