Dark Moments
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Buddy Double by Megan Larson
Crack. Snap. Squelch. Bones break. Intestines writhe into place as I take on the small dog’s shape. “Buddy?” Lydia’s call echoes. I’ve studied them for weeks. Buddy wouldn’t bark, wouldn’t...
Buddy Double by Megan Larson
Crack. Snap. Squelch. Bones break. Intestines writhe into place as I take on the small dog’s shape. “Buddy?” Lydia’s call echoes. I’ve studied them for weeks. Buddy wouldn’t bark, wouldn’t...
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alt="Lighthouse by Kat Leeshue"
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Lighthouse by Kat Leeshue
Upon the rocky shores stood a lighthouse. A beacon. I crawl onto the shores first, leaving my scales for the pearly skin the men love so much. The waves try...
Lighthouse by Kat Leeshue
Upon the rocky shores stood a lighthouse. A beacon. I crawl onto the shores first, leaving my scales for the pearly skin the men love so much. The waves try...
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alt="In Plain Sight by Kristin Lennox"
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In Plain Sight by Kristin Lennox
Charlie peeked through the kitchen door: his mother was at the stove, humming, stirring a tantalising garlic tomato sauce, by the aroma. Sneaking up behind her, Charlie zapped her with...
In Plain Sight by Kristin Lennox
Charlie peeked through the kitchen door: his mother was at the stove, humming, stirring a tantalising garlic tomato sauce, by the aroma. Sneaking up behind her, Charlie zapped her with...
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alt="Belt and Bear by Ann Wuehler"
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Belt and Bear by Ann Wuehler
I shivered inside my human skin. My mother fell to the floor, my father bending over her, his belt in his fist. She took several blows, hiding her face, quiet,...
Belt and Bear by Ann Wuehler
I shivered inside my human skin. My mother fell to the floor, my father bending over her, his belt in his fist. She took several blows, hiding her face, quiet,...
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alt="Thrill of the Chase by Sara Omer"
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Thrill of the Chase by Sara Omer
When the hunger clouds my mind, I disappear into the woods, putting distance between my wife and the wolf. I lose myself in my transformation, pushing my lupine muscles to...
Thrill of the Chase by Sara Omer
When the hunger clouds my mind, I disappear into the woods, putting distance between my wife and the wolf. I lose myself in my transformation, pushing my lupine muscles to...
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alt="Like Father… by John Dougherty"
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Like Father… by John Dougherty
I guess I never really knew him. He left after two years, with apologies but no explanations. I didn’t tell him I was pregnant. If he wanted to leave, I...
Like Father… by John Dougherty
I guess I never really knew him. He left after two years, with apologies but no explanations. I didn’t tell him I was pregnant. If he wanted to leave, I...
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alt="Beware of the Werebear by Tracy Davidson"
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Beware of the Werebear by Tracy Davidson
She guides hunters. She knows these woods well. Every tree, every trail, every spot the bears have passed. All the well-hidden dens. Sleeping mothers and their cubs. Easy prey. She...
Beware of the Werebear by Tracy Davidson
She guides hunters. She knows these woods well. Every tree, every trail, every spot the bears have passed. All the well-hidden dens. Sleeping mothers and their cubs. Easy prey. She...
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alt="Too Dumb For… by Jeff Currier"
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Too Dumb For… by Jeff Currier
“Why’d they send him down here—record’s clean,” Azazel groused, eyeing the mangled soul. Galzuel tapped the tablet, “Notation says: ‘Too dumb for Heaven’.” “But where to put him?” “With pogo-stick-frogger-on-the-autobahn...
Too Dumb For… by Jeff Currier
“Why’d they send him down here—record’s clean,” Azazel groused, eyeing the mangled soul. Galzuel tapped the tablet, “Notation says: ‘Too dumb for Heaven’.” “But where to put him?” “With pogo-stick-frogger-on-the-autobahn...
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alt="Welcome Home by Kristin Lennox"
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Welcome Home by Kristin Lennox
Sid was neither fat nor claustrophobic, which made him the perfect burglar. His MO was to canvas a house, then slip into its walls at night, waiting for opportunity. Wedged...
Welcome Home by Kristin Lennox
Sid was neither fat nor claustrophobic, which made him the perfect burglar. His MO was to canvas a house, then slip into its walls at night, waiting for opportunity. Wedged...
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alt="The Final Embrace by L.B. Zinger"
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The Final Embrace by L.B. Zinger
January 21, midnight, -40 degrees. Twenty mph winds out of the northwest howled at the windows of the patrol car. The heater coughed and choked, barely keeping up. The cops...
The Final Embrace by L.B. Zinger
January 21, midnight, -40 degrees. Twenty mph winds out of the northwest howled at the windows of the patrol car. The heater coughed and choked, barely keeping up. The cops...
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alt="Stuck to the Truck by Juliann Wetz"
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Stuck to the Truck by Juliann Wetz
“Skunk!” Chuck raced into a nearby pond to wash off the stench. The January water was icy. Chuck scrubbed himself vigorously, then emerged from the water to discover that his...
Stuck to the Truck by Juliann Wetz
“Skunk!” Chuck raced into a nearby pond to wash off the stench. The January water was icy. Chuck scrubbed himself vigorously, then emerged from the water to discover that his...
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alt="Sharp Objects by C.L. Sidell"
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Sharp Objects by C.L. Sidell
“Mikey! What have I told you about running with sharp objects?” “Sorry,” Mikey replied. Jesse swiped the scissors from Mikey’s pudgy fist and turned. “And stop chasing your brother around...
Sharp Objects by C.L. Sidell
“Mikey! What have I told you about running with sharp objects?” “Sorry,” Mikey replied. Jesse swiped the scissors from Mikey’s pudgy fist and turned. “And stop chasing your brother around...