Dark Moments

No Way Out by Tracy Davidson sizes="(min-width: 1200px) 550px, (min-width: 750px) calc((100vw - 130px) / 2), calc((100vw - 50px) / 2)" alt="No Way Out by Tracy Davidson" class="motion-reduce" loading="lazy" width="1200" height="630" >

No Way Out by Tracy Davidson

Which is more psychotic? Doctors in white coats with their hammers and drills, or screaming patients, helpless, in their restraints and straitjackets? Once, I’d have said the patients. Before I...

No Way Out by Tracy Davidson

Which is more psychotic? Doctors in white coats with their hammers and drills, or screaming patients, helpless, in their restraints and straitjackets? Once, I’d have said the patients. Before I...

The Doctor is Out by Sean Donaghue Johnston sizes="(min-width: 1200px) 550px, (min-width: 750px) calc((100vw - 130px) / 2), calc((100vw - 50px) / 2)" alt="The Doctor is Out by Sean Donaghue Johnston" class="motion-reduce" loading="lazy" width="1200" height="630" >

The Doctor is Out by Sean Donaghue Johnston

It was late. The only sounds were the buzzing of the fluorescent lights, the moaning of drugged patients, and Dr Laroche's footsteps. A swipe of the keycard and Dr Laroche...

The Doctor is Out by Sean Donaghue Johnston

It was late. The only sounds were the buzzing of the fluorescent lights, the moaning of drugged patients, and Dr Laroche's footsteps. A swipe of the keycard and Dr Laroche...

124 by David Staiger sizes="(min-width: 1200px) 550px, (min-width: 750px) calc((100vw - 130px) / 2), calc((100vw - 50px) / 2)" alt="124 by David Staiger" class="motion-reduce" loading="lazy" width="1200" height="630" >

124 by David Staiger

Dr Reynolds shook his head insistently. “Some patients, sadly, must be more fully restrained, for their own safety. This one attempted to eat his tongue the other day. Thus the...

124 by David Staiger

Dr Reynolds shook his head insistently. “Some patients, sadly, must be more fully restrained, for their own safety. This one attempted to eat his tongue the other day. Thus the...

Spooned by Pauline Yates sizes="(min-width: 1200px) 550px, (min-width: 750px) calc((100vw - 130px) / 2), calc((100vw - 50px) / 2)" alt="Spooned by Pauline Yates" class="motion-reduce" loading="lazy" width="1200" height="630" >

Spooned by Pauline Yates

Beechwood Psychiatric Hospital’s new nurse has a head full of ideas, like “kindness begets kindness”, that sort of shit. I play along. I stop smacking my head against the wall...

Spooned by Pauline Yates

Beechwood Psychiatric Hospital’s new nurse has a head full of ideas, like “kindness begets kindness”, that sort of shit. I play along. I stop smacking my head against the wall...

A Song for Dorian by Carol Ryles sizes="(min-width: 1200px) 550px, (min-width: 750px) calc((100vw - 130px) / 2), calc((100vw - 50px) / 2)" alt="A Song for Dorian by Carol Ryles" class="motion-reduce" loading="lazy" width="1200" height="630" >

A Song for Dorian by Carol Ryles

"Ta-da!" Lucinda gestured to her newest creation: a tree adorned with taxidermic hummingbirds, cygnets, sparrows, and ducklings. Dorian chuckled, then guzzled his third goblet of merlot. "That takes stuffing the turkey...

A Song for Dorian by Carol Ryles

"Ta-da!" Lucinda gestured to her newest creation: a tree adorned with taxidermic hummingbirds, cygnets, sparrows, and ducklings. Dorian chuckled, then guzzled his third goblet of merlot. "That takes stuffing the turkey...

Always Watching by Sophie Wagner sizes="(min-width: 1200px) 550px, (min-width: 750px) calc((100vw - 130px) / 2), calc((100vw - 50px) / 2)" alt="Always Watching by Sophie Wagner" class="motion-reduce" loading="lazy" width="1200" height="630" >

Always Watching by Sophie Wagner

As he rotted away, cheeks sallow, smile bloody, dreams of sugarplums died. Even magic couldn’t fix him. “Good morning!” piped a sing-song voice from the speakers in the padded room....

Always Watching by Sophie Wagner

As he rotted away, cheeks sallow, smile bloody, dreams of sugarplums died. Even magic couldn’t fix him. “Good morning!” piped a sing-song voice from the speakers in the padded room....

Coal by David D. West sizes="(min-width: 1200px) 550px, (min-width: 750px) calc((100vw - 130px) / 2), calc((100vw - 50px) / 2)" alt="Coal by David D. West" class="motion-reduce" loading="lazy" width="1200" height="630" >

Coal by David D. West

Santa turned away from the plate of milk and cookies and saw the round rump of a boy digging through his sack of wonders. He frowned as the greedy boy...

Coal by David D. West

Santa turned away from the plate of milk and cookies and saw the round rump of a boy digging through his sack of wonders. He frowned as the greedy boy...

Consequences by Mel Andela sizes="(min-width: 1200px) 550px, (min-width: 750px) calc((100vw - 130px) / 2), calc((100vw - 50px) / 2)" alt="Consequences by Mel Andela" class="motion-reduce" loading="lazy" width="1200" height="630" >

Consequences by Mel Andela

A dead mouse sat in sister's stocking, a toy car on the stairs for mother, and Jamie nestled with visions of destruction rather than sugar plums. He sees you when...

Consequences by Mel Andela

A dead mouse sat in sister's stocking, a toy car on the stairs for mother, and Jamie nestled with visions of destruction rather than sugar plums. He sees you when...

Crossing the Line by Jameson Grey sizes="(min-width: 1200px) 550px, (min-width: 750px) calc((100vw - 130px) / 2), calc((100vw - 50px) / 2)" alt="Crossing the Line by Jameson Grey" class="motion-reduce" loading="lazy" width="1200" height="630" >

Crossing the Line by Jameson Grey

New Year's Eve. The day the last of my line dies. I've hired a boat for the occasion—a yacht, no less! Sailed out to the Line Islands. Currently sitting one...

Crossing the Line by Jameson Grey

New Year's Eve. The day the last of my line dies. I've hired a boat for the occasion—a yacht, no less! Sailed out to the Line Islands. Currently sitting one...

Dear Santa by James Rumpel sizes="(min-width: 1200px) 550px, (min-width: 750px) calc((100vw - 130px) / 2), calc((100vw - 50px) / 2)" alt="Dear Santa by James Rumpel" class="motion-reduce" loading="lazy" width="1200" height="630" >

Dear Santa by James Rumpel

Dear Santa, I have been a good boy this year. Papa says I have been a wonderful helper. He says I am great bait and that I am getting strong...

Dear Santa by James Rumpel

Dear Santa, I have been a good boy this year. Papa says I have been a wonderful helper. He says I am great bait and that I am getting strong...

Ketrokur by Don Money sizes="(min-width: 1200px) 550px, (min-width: 750px) calc((100vw - 130px) / 2), calc((100vw - 50px) / 2)" alt="Ketrokur by Don Money" class="motion-reduce" loading="lazy" width="1200" height="630" >

Ketrokur by Don Money

Of the thirteen Yule Lads, Ketrokur was the most feared. While his brothers were known to slam doors, lick spoons, and other trivial inconveniences, Ketrokur lived up to his nickname,...

Ketrokur by Don Money

Of the thirteen Yule Lads, Ketrokur was the most feared. While his brothers were known to slam doors, lick spoons, and other trivial inconveniences, Ketrokur lived up to his nickname,...

Merry Crashed-Mass by Shawn M. Klimek sizes="(min-width: 1200px) 550px, (min-width: 750px) calc((100vw - 130px) / 2), calc((100vw - 50px) / 2)" alt="Merry Crashed-Mass by Shawn M. Klimek" class="motion-reduce" loading="lazy" width="1200" height="630" >

Merry Crashed-Mass by Shawn M. Klimek

Day 11: So cold. The smoking, skeletal remains of the crashed sleigh are poor shelter. Yet, to be more easily spotted by a search plane, I have resisted wandering. I...

Merry Crashed-Mass by Shawn M. Klimek

Day 11: So cold. The smoking, skeletal remains of the crashed sleigh are poor shelter. Yet, to be more easily spotted by a search plane, I have resisted wandering. I...