Dark Moments
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Meet Me at the Old Bridge
It was the third time Nora had left the house on her own. Three times, the usually obedient five-year-old had been found on the old bridge. I fought back tears....
Meet Me at the Old Bridge
It was the third time Nora had left the house on her own. Three times, the usually obedient five-year-old had been found on the old bridge. I fought back tears....
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alt="Good Samaritan"
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Good Samaritan
“Wait! Don’t!” The man stands close, almost within arm’s reach. His voice sounds panicked. “Please come down. It’s not safe up there.” The wind is hitting me a little harder...
Good Samaritan
“Wait! Don’t!” The man stands close, almost within arm’s reach. His voice sounds panicked. “Please come down. It’s not safe up there.” The wind is hitting me a little harder...
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alt="The Cold Spot by Tracy Davidson"
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The Cold Spot by Tracy Davidson
It lies halfway across the bridge. Makes people shiver, even on hot nights. Legend speaks of a long-armed troll, that grabs folk by their heels, drags them to their deaths...
The Cold Spot by Tracy Davidson
It lies halfway across the bridge. Makes people shiver, even on hot nights. Legend speaks of a long-armed troll, that grabs folk by their heels, drags them to their deaths...
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alt="Cannibal Bridge by Jodi Jensen"
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Cannibal Bridge by Jodi Jensen
“You gonna do it?” Jeremy looked at the derelict bridge, considering. “I don’t know, man. It’s creepy. Why’s it called Cannibal Bridge, anyway?” “I dunno, maybe cannibals live under it.”...
Cannibal Bridge by Jodi Jensen
“You gonna do it?” Jeremy looked at the derelict bridge, considering. “I don’t know, man. It’s creepy. Why’s it called Cannibal Bridge, anyway?” “I dunno, maybe cannibals live under it.”...
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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...