Dark Moments
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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...
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alt="Into the Wild by Andreas Flögel"
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Into the Wild by Andreas Flögel
Oh, Darling, now I understand your love for nature's beauty and loneliness. Sparkling dew drops on the grass, the song of birds, rustling trees. I was a fool to miss...
Into the Wild by Andreas Flögel
Oh, Darling, now I understand your love for nature's beauty and loneliness. Sparkling dew drops on the grass, the song of birds, rustling trees. I was a fool to miss...
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alt="The Camping Trip by Lark Richmond"
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The Camping Trip by Lark Richmond
Garbage bags, duct tape, and a saw in a black bag in his trunk. Millie was right. She'd sent me terrifying stories about camping dates gone wrong, but she couldn't...
The Camping Trip by Lark Richmond
Garbage bags, duct tape, and a saw in a black bag in his trunk. Millie was right. She'd sent me terrifying stories about camping dates gone wrong, but she couldn't...
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alt="Apex Predator by Scott O'Neill"
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Apex Predator by Scott O'Neill
Twelve hundred pounds of angry Kodiak bear sliced the tents, guide, and tour group into bloody lasagna. The two survivors hid behind the campsite’s redolent porta-potty. Ronnie pulled a stubby...
Apex Predator by Scott O'Neill
Twelve hundred pounds of angry Kodiak bear sliced the tents, guide, and tour group into bloody lasagna. The two survivors hid behind the campsite’s redolent porta-potty. Ronnie pulled a stubby...
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alt="Stinking Dirt by Ann Wuehler"
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Stinking Dirt by Ann Wuehler
My firstborn crawls out of the hole I dug with my strong hands beneath Snakestone Bridge. I pant beneath the arch of stone and rotting wood. Her tiny hands grip...
Stinking Dirt by Ann Wuehler
My firstborn crawls out of the hole I dug with my strong hands beneath Snakestone Bridge. I pant beneath the arch of stone and rotting wood. Her tiny hands grip...
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alt="Cross Me Twice by Luc Diamant"
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Cross Me Twice by Luc Diamant
The problem wasn’t that the bridge at the end of our street led to a different place each time you crossed it, but that once out of every hundred times...
Cross Me Twice by Luc Diamant
The problem wasn’t that the bridge at the end of our street led to a different place each time you crossed it, but that once out of every hundred times...
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alt="What Remains by Francesco Levato"
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What Remains by Francesco Levato
This isn’t a gateway to hell. It’s not one of those bridges. There are no billy goats crossing, or hungry trolls lying in wait. If you approach on a moonlit...
What Remains by Francesco Levato
This isn’t a gateway to hell. It’s not one of those bridges. There are no billy goats crossing, or hungry trolls lying in wait. If you approach on a moonlit...
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alt="The Mould by Liam Dragan"
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The Mould by Liam Dragan
There is mould under every bridge. Seeping into foundations, winding through brick and around rebar. It isn't on the blueprints and definitely violates regulations. When someone crosses the bridge, heading...
The Mould by Liam Dragan
There is mould under every bridge. Seeping into foundations, winding through brick and around rebar. It isn't on the blueprints and definitely violates regulations. When someone crosses the bridge, heading...
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alt="The Bridge to Burnet Island"
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The Bridge to Burnet Island
“The explosives are set.” “Where’d you find dynamite?” “Charlie Hatcher had some from when his company worked on Highway 12. He gave it to me as long as I promised...
The Bridge to Burnet Island
“The explosives are set.” “Where’d you find dynamite?” “Charlie Hatcher had some from when his company worked on Highway 12. He gave it to me as long as I promised...