Dark Moments
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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...
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alt="Queen of the Night by Jeff Currier"
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Queen of the Night by Jeff Currier
“Staring out his sliding door, wishing for sleep, Jacob spied his new neighbour, poised atop a beach towel, rubbing lotion over gleaming moonlit porcelain skin. Adjusting her scant blood-red bikini,...
Queen of the Night by Jeff Currier
“Staring out his sliding door, wishing for sleep, Jacob spied his new neighbour, poised atop a beach towel, rubbing lotion over gleaming moonlit porcelain skin. Adjusting her scant blood-red bikini,...
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alt="We All Scream by Kristin Lennox"
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We All Scream by Kristin Lennox
“London Bridge is Falling Down…” The piping calliope music was faint, but it pulled Cindy from sleep. Instead of pondering why the ice cream truck was trundling slowly through the...
We All Scream by Kristin Lennox
“London Bridge is Falling Down…” The piping calliope music was faint, but it pulled Cindy from sleep. Instead of pondering why the ice cream truck was trundling slowly through the...
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alt="Witching Hour by Kimberly Rei"
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Witching Hour by Kimberly Rei
"We are gathered here to welcome Isabella into our church and our hearts." The small group pulled closer, sighing with joy at the bundle in the priest's hands. He held...
Witching Hour by Kimberly Rei
"We are gathered here to welcome Isabella into our church and our hearts." The small group pulled closer, sighing with joy at the bundle in the priest's hands. He held...
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alt="The Affectionate Captain Belle by Alden Terzo"
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The Affectionate Captain Belle by Alden Terzo
Captain Belle and Bonecrusher Pete brought their dinghy alongside her ship. Belle stood, jewels in hand. “Sorry luv, you won’t be coming aboard.” Pete gaped. “You’re double crossing me?”...
The Affectionate Captain Belle by Alden Terzo
Captain Belle and Bonecrusher Pete brought their dinghy alongside her ship. Belle stood, jewels in hand. “Sorry luv, you won’t be coming aboard.” Pete gaped. “You’re double crossing me?”...
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alt="The Wrong Ship for That by T.J. Gallasch"
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The Wrong Ship for That by T.J. Gallasch
“Hand over the necklace, in the name of His Majesty the King,” the officer ordered. “You’ll need to take it from me,” One-Eyed Sue declared. “What are you waiting for,...
The Wrong Ship for That by T.J. Gallasch
“Hand over the necklace, in the name of His Majesty the King,” the officer ordered. “You’ll need to take it from me,” One-Eyed Sue declared. “What are you waiting for,...
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alt="The Pirate’s Parrot by Tracy Davidson"
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The Pirate’s Parrot by Tracy Davidson
Captain Drake “Ducky” Mallard never touched rum. Or Spanish gold. She’d seen what both did to fellow pirates. She preferred a clear head and curseless life. Well, relatively curseless. Once...
The Pirate’s Parrot by Tracy Davidson
Captain Drake “Ducky” Mallard never touched rum. Or Spanish gold. She’d seen what both did to fellow pirates. She preferred a clear head and curseless life. Well, relatively curseless. Once...
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alt="Satisfaction by Jenny Thompson"
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Satisfaction by Jenny Thompson
The captain clambered up the rope ladder. “I’ve got it!” he called cheerfully before hopping the rail onto the deck of his ship. He tossed his leather map quiver to...
Satisfaction by Jenny Thompson
The captain clambered up the rope ladder. “I’ve got it!” he called cheerfully before hopping the rail onto the deck of his ship. He tossed his leather map quiver to...
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alt="Choose Who You Accrue to Crew the Cruise Carefully by Steven Holding"
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Choose Who You Accrue to Crew the Cruise Carefu...
I didn’t sign up for this ship! I was press-ganged; seduced by drink and the promise of riches. Slipped a mickey, woke afloat upon the ocean. Luckily, the cretinous captain...
Choose Who You Accrue to Crew the Cruise Carefu...
I didn’t sign up for this ship! I was press-ganged; seduced by drink and the promise of riches. Slipped a mickey, woke afloat upon the ocean. Luckily, the cretinous captain...