Dark Moments
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alt="Crewed by Liam Hogan"
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Crewed by Liam Hogan
In the storm's dying gasps, we descended the cliffs to see the wreck, cloaked in tattered sails, masts broken, and hull holed. It was far from the worst sight; the...
Crewed by Liam Hogan
In the storm's dying gasps, we descended the cliffs to see the wreck, cloaked in tattered sails, masts broken, and hull holed. It was far from the worst sight; the...
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alt="Ship in a Bottle by Ria Hill"
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Ship in a Bottle by Ria Hill
He remembered the splintering of wood, but it had been so long since he had heard a crashing wave he barely remembered what one sounded like. The smell of the...
Ship in a Bottle by Ria Hill
He remembered the splintering of wood, but it had been so long since he had heard a crashing wave he barely remembered what one sounded like. The smell of the...
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alt="Torn Trophy by Fiona M. Jones"
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Torn Trophy by Fiona M. Jones
I laugh to think how hard we fought over the Titanic. How carefully I’d mustered confusions, mists and timing; how Cyrin, late on the scene, gave that iceberg one final...
Torn Trophy by Fiona M. Jones
I laugh to think how hard we fought over the Titanic. How carefully I’d mustered confusions, mists and timing; how Cyrin, late on the scene, gave that iceberg one final...
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alt="Captured in Glass by A.J. Van Belle"
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Captured in Glass by A.J. Van Belle
I can’t remember when I moved into the lighthouse. Or why the beacon’s never lit. Model ships of glass, perfect replicas, sit on every surface in my circular kitchen. The...
Captured in Glass by A.J. Van Belle
I can’t remember when I moved into the lighthouse. Or why the beacon’s never lit. Model ships of glass, perfect replicas, sit on every surface in my circular kitchen. The...
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alt="Curse by K.J. Watson"
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Curse by K.J. Watson
A wave crashed on the shore. As it withdrew, the foam-flecked water left behind a ship’s captain. Another breaker deposited her wrecked vessel’s figurehead. Just my luck, the captain thought....
Curse by K.J. Watson
A wave crashed on the shore. As it withdrew, the foam-flecked water left behind a ship’s captain. Another breaker deposited her wrecked vessel’s figurehead. Just my luck, the captain thought....
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alt="Poseidon’s Youngest Daughter by Dr Bob Warlock"
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Poseidon’s Youngest Daughter by Dr Bob Warlock
The boatmen smelled of sweat and animal fear. They pulled at the oars with all their strength but could not deliver the ship from the sea monster’s greedy current. Charybdis...
Poseidon’s Youngest Daughter by Dr Bob Warlock
The boatmen smelled of sweat and animal fear. They pulled at the oars with all their strength but could not deliver the ship from the sea monster’s greedy current. Charybdis...
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alt="Jubilee by Jesse Highsmith"
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Jubilee by Jesse Highsmith
I no longer hear the ocean outside my cabin door. In its place are sounds much more sinister—scratching, clawing, pounding. I try to rest my weary head, but distant screams...
Jubilee by Jesse Highsmith
I no longer hear the ocean outside my cabin door. In its place are sounds much more sinister—scratching, clawing, pounding. I try to rest my weary head, but distant screams...
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alt="Amongst My Gold by Caoimhin Kennedy"
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Amongst My Gold by Caoimhin Kennedy
Amongst my gold, I sit in the hold of my ship. The rats scurry between my feet. Squeaking, feasting. I hear the cries of the searchers. Anxiety within me. I...
Amongst My Gold by Caoimhin Kennedy
Amongst my gold, I sit in the hold of my ship. The rats scurry between my feet. Squeaking, feasting. I hear the cries of the searchers. Anxiety within me. I...
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alt="Chow Time by Jessica Brook Johnson"
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Chow Time by Jessica Brook Johnson
The tentacled being floated through space in a ball of ice. Smack! It hit the surface of a massive object. The ice cracked. The being was freed. Its tentacles tasted...
Chow Time by Jessica Brook Johnson
The tentacled being floated through space in a ball of ice. Smack! It hit the surface of a massive object. The ice cracked. The being was freed. Its tentacles tasted...
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alt="Voyage of Their Lives by Chris Tattersall"
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Voyage of Their Lives by Chris Tattersall
He had been blessed whilst his wife perished. Six days marooned; he knew the opposite to be true. He had been cursed with life. His yacht gone, his wife dead....
Voyage of Their Lives by Chris Tattersall
He had been blessed whilst his wife perished. Six days marooned; he knew the opposite to be true. He had been cursed with life. His yacht gone, his wife dead....
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alt="The Devil’s Breath by Pauline Yates"
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The Devil’s Breath by Pauline Yates
Tossed onto a reef by a rogue wave, our pirate ship shudders, and a sickening crunch sounds our death knell. Salt burns my lungs when I gulp water, not air,...
The Devil’s Breath by Pauline Yates
Tossed onto a reef by a rogue wave, our pirate ship shudders, and a sickening crunch sounds our death knell. Salt burns my lungs when I gulp water, not air,...
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alt="From the Deep by Michael Stroh"
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From the Deep by Michael Stroh
I wake, vomiting seawater. I’m shivering and clutching soggy driftwood that’s barely keeping me afloat. A piece of our ship, I realise. I see nothing but empty, uncharted ocean. And...
From the Deep by Michael Stroh
I wake, vomiting seawater. I’m shivering and clutching soggy driftwood that’s barely keeping me afloat. A piece of our ship, I realise. I see nothing but empty, uncharted ocean. And...