Dark Moments
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alt="Näcken of the River by Liv Strom"
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Näcken of the River by Liv Strom
My music—purer than any human’s—flows out from the bridge’s shade, seeking prey too young for caution and regret. There. A treat bounces his ball under my overhang. It’s here, the...
Näcken of the River by Liv Strom
My music—purer than any human’s—flows out from the bridge’s shade, seeking prey too young for caution and regret. There. A treat bounces his ball under my overhang. It’s here, the...
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alt="In Memoriam by Sascha Reinhard"
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In Memoriam by Sascha Reinhard
A secret smile flicks across my lips every time I walk over you. The river murmurs beneath in a joyful melody, accompanying the scuff of my boots on unsmoothed cobblestone....
In Memoriam by Sascha Reinhard
A secret smile flicks across my lips every time I walk over you. The river murmurs beneath in a joyful melody, accompanying the scuff of my boots on unsmoothed cobblestone....
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alt="Woman in White by R.A. Goli"
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Woman in White by R.A. Goli
Cold wind whips my hair into my face and I shiver. It’s almost midnight. The only sound besides the wind is the ticking of my cooling engine. Everyone knows the...
Woman in White by R.A. Goli
Cold wind whips my hair into my face and I shiver. It’s almost midnight. The only sound besides the wind is the ticking of my cooling engine. Everyone knows the...
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alt="Dana by F. Malanoche"
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Dana by F. Malanoche
I flicked off the bathroom light after a late night piss and blindly stumbled across the hallway to my bedroom. All I wanted was to get back to my comfy...
Dana by F. Malanoche
I flicked off the bathroom light after a late night piss and blindly stumbled across the hallway to my bedroom. All I wanted was to get back to my comfy...
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alt="Blood Moon by Paul Lonardo"
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Blood Moon by Paul Lonardo
I’d seen my new neighbour lying out on her back deck at 3 a.m. the night before. She wore only a red bikini, her pale skin shimmering under the light...
Blood Moon by Paul Lonardo
I’d seen my new neighbour lying out on her back deck at 3 a.m. the night before. She wore only a red bikini, her pale skin shimmering under the light...
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alt="A Donation by Keev Kennedy"
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A Donation by Keev Kennedy
I expected my drunk brother to be the 3 a.m. knocker, but what I got was a little girl and a box. “My sisters and I are seeking donations for...
A Donation by Keev Kennedy
I expected my drunk brother to be the 3 a.m. knocker, but what I got was a little girl and a box. “My sisters and I are seeking donations for...
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alt="The Walker by Francesco Levato"
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The Walker by Francesco Levato
The growling was ragged and wet, like a frenzy of teeth tearing a child’s beloved toy apart. It set my senses on edge, broke the neighbourhood’s pre-dawn stillness—and it was...
The Walker by Francesco Levato
The growling was ragged and wet, like a frenzy of teeth tearing a child’s beloved toy apart. It set my senses on edge, broke the neighbourhood’s pre-dawn stillness—and it was...
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alt="Schoolyard by Brandon Korth"
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Schoolyard by Brandon Korth
Living beside an elementary school is good fun during the day. Listening to the kids play ball, swing on the swings, and run around laughing can cheer me up in...
Schoolyard by Brandon Korth
Living beside an elementary school is good fun during the day. Listening to the kids play ball, swing on the swings, and run around laughing can cheer me up in...
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alt="The Invitation by G.B. Dinesh"
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The Invitation by G.B. Dinesh
The doorbell rings. It’s 3 a.m. God, who died? I find a postman outside the door. “Hello, Mr Smith.” He hands over an invitation. An invitation to— “Mister, what game...
The Invitation by G.B. Dinesh
The doorbell rings. It’s 3 a.m. God, who died? I find a postman outside the door. “Hello, Mr Smith.” He hands over an invitation. An invitation to— “Mister, what game...
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alt="Lemonade, Mister? by Josh Hagen"
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Lemonade, Mister? by Josh Hagen
Three nights in a row. Cars lined up for blocks through the neighbourhood. The crowd has grown from last time. More like a swarm. All searching for their sweet nectar....
Lemonade, Mister? by Josh Hagen
Three nights in a row. Cars lined up for blocks through the neighbourhood. The crowd has grown from last time. More like a swarm. All searching for their sweet nectar....
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alt="The Window Cleaner by Tracy Davidson"
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The Window Cleaner by Tracy Davidson
I know that whistle. That thunk of ladder against wall, those heavy footsteps hitting every rung. But never at 3 a.m. before. I’d heard he was ill, close to death....
The Window Cleaner by Tracy Davidson
I know that whistle. That thunk of ladder against wall, those heavy footsteps hitting every rung. But never at 3 a.m. before. I’d heard he was ill, close to death....
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alt="Neighbourly by Sheridan “Virgil” Seine"
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Neighbourly by Sheridan “Virgil” Seine
I’m new to the neighbourhood, and work night shift. Lately, I’m waking up to footsteps and a knock outside my bedroom window. Wilson, my always smiling, retired neighbour, is on...
Neighbourly by Sheridan “Virgil” Seine
I’m new to the neighbourhood, and work night shift. Lately, I’m waking up to footsteps and a knock outside my bedroom window. Wilson, my always smiling, retired neighbour, is on...