Dark Moments

Off of the Screen by Alethea Paul sizes="(min-width: 1200px) 550px, (min-width: 750px) calc((100vw - 130px) / 2), calc((100vw - 50px) / 2)" alt="Off of the Screen by Alethea Paul" class="motion-reduce" loading="lazy" width="1200" height="630" >

Off of the Screen by Alethea Paul

Cleaning out my deceased father-in-law’s basement, I found a cassette labelled “Do Not Watch.” How could I not? If it’s homemade porn, there’s always the eject button. My heart drops....

Off of the Screen by Alethea Paul

Cleaning out my deceased father-in-law’s basement, I found a cassette labelled “Do Not Watch.” How could I not? If it’s homemade porn, there’s always the eject button. My heart drops....

Head-mounted Camera Discovered on Skull by S.F.J. Painter sizes="(min-width: 1200px) 550px, (min-width: 750px) calc((100vw - 130px) / 2), calc((100vw - 50px) / 2)" alt="Head-mounted Camera Discovered on Skull by S.F.J. Painter" class="motion-reduce" loading="lazy" width="1200" height="630" >

Head-mounted Camera Discovered on Skull by S.F....

“I wanted to impress you, babe—be the first potholer through the corkscrew twist. Now look at me—wedged, stuck between a rock and a hard place, in a granite birth-canal narrower...

Head-mounted Camera Discovered on Skull by S.F....

“I wanted to impress you, babe—be the first potholer through the corkscrew twist. Now look at me—wedged, stuck between a rock and a hard place, in a granite birth-canal narrower...

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

The Virus by Jasper Chick

He clicked the mouse frantically. Why had he opened that link? A woman sobbed on a looping clip. On the family computer. After his bedtime. Panic. He lunged for the...

The Virus by Jasper Chick

He clicked the mouse frantically. Why had he opened that link? A woman sobbed on a looping clip. On the family computer. After his bedtime. Panic. He lunged for the...

HOS-EW-FL4-STR-PTZ [10.666].mp4 by I.R. Sullen sizes="(min-width: 1200px) 550px, (min-width: 750px) calc((100vw - 130px) / 2), calc((100vw - 50px) / 2)" alt="HOS-EW-FL4-STR-PTZ [10.666].mp4 by I.R. Sullen" class="motion-reduce" loading="lazy" width="1200" height="630" >

HOS-EW-FL4-STR-PTZ [10.666].mp4 by I.R. Sullen

Perry fast-forwards through a stolen copy of the hospital's only uncorrupted feed, taken by a security camera in the east wing. Wait. He rewinds. Presses play. A blood-soaked nurse bounds...

HOS-EW-FL4-STR-PTZ [10.666].mp4 by I.R. Sullen

Perry fast-forwards through a stolen copy of the hospital's only uncorrupted feed, taken by a security camera in the east wing. Wait. He rewinds. Presses play. A blood-soaked nurse bounds...

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

Surprise! by Andrew Kurtz

The camcorder was in the crawlspace, covered in dust. One tape inside, labelled in shaky handwriting: “Help me.” I pressed play. A teenager films himself, terrified. “It makes you forget....

Surprise! by Andrew Kurtz

The camcorder was in the crawlspace, covered in dust. One tape inside, labelled in shaky handwriting: “Help me.” I pressed play. A teenager films himself, terrified. “It makes you forget....

SecurityClip_16-44-32_to_16-45-02.mp4 by Jonathan L. Tolstedt sizes="(min-width: 1200px) 550px, (min-width: 750px) calc((100vw - 130px) / 2), calc((100vw - 50px) / 2)" alt="SecurityClip_16-44-32_to_16-45-02.mp4 by Jonathan L. Tolstedt" class="motion-reduce" loading="lazy" width="1200" height="630" >

SecurityClip_16-44-32_to_16-45-02.mp4 by Jonath...

“What’s this?” I ask, indicating the playback. “Not very funny.” “I was going to ask you that,” Rebecca says, turning from the laptop. “Why would you make such a sick...

SecurityClip_16-44-32_to_16-45-02.mp4 by Jonath...

“What’s this?” I ask, indicating the playback. “Not very funny.” “I was going to ask you that,” Rebecca says, turning from the laptop. “Why would you make such a sick...

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

Mixed Fortunes by Liam Hogan

The first fortune teller predicted Henry would die horribly in a plane crash. The second, that he’d die in a gruesome automobile accident. He sold his car and started taking...

Mixed Fortunes by Liam Hogan

The first fortune teller predicted Henry would die horribly in a plane crash. The second, that he’d die in a gruesome automobile accident. He sold his car and started taking...

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

Fly by Deborah Tapper

The plane slams to a jarring halt, then hangs stationary at 35,000 feet as anxious pilots check every possible instrument, bewilderment rapidly becoming alarm. Shaken passengers peer out, bruised and...

Fly by Deborah Tapper

The plane slams to a jarring halt, then hangs stationary at 35,000 feet as anxious pilots check every possible instrument, bewilderment rapidly becoming alarm. Shaken passengers peer out, bruised and...

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

Boneyard by Pauline Barmby

She trudges over sand, past landing gear, under wings, seeking a flight that never reached its destination. Regional, mainline, and cargo craft repose in the desert sun, their livery bleached...

Boneyard by Pauline Barmby

She trudges over sand, past landing gear, under wings, seeking a flight that never reached its destination. Regional, mainline, and cargo craft repose in the desert sun, their livery bleached...

The Late Night Cleaning Crew by Michelle Brett sizes="(min-width: 1200px) 550px, (min-width: 750px) calc((100vw - 130px) / 2), calc((100vw - 50px) / 2)" alt="The Late Night Cleaning Crew by Michelle Brett" class="motion-reduce" loading="lazy" width="1200" height="630" >

The Late Night Cleaning Crew by Michelle Brett

Empty chip packets rustled; cans crunched between sharp teeth. Lewis burrowed deeper into his stained seat. He’d just wanted somewhere warm to spend the night, and an empty bus back...

The Late Night Cleaning Crew by Michelle Brett

Empty chip packets rustled; cans crunched between sharp teeth. Lewis burrowed deeper into his stained seat. He’d just wanted somewhere warm to spend the night, and an empty bus back...

Product Launch: Family Car by S.F.J. Painter sizes="(min-width: 1200px) 550px, (min-width: 750px) calc((100vw - 130px) / 2), calc((100vw - 50px) / 2)" alt="Product Launch: Family Car by S.F.J. Painter" class="motion-reduce" loading="lazy" width="1200" height="630" >

Product Launch: Family Car by S.F.J. Painter

“Meet Plasma—the first living automobile. Engineered by my family. My wife’s spine forms the chassis. My son’s muscles work the suspension. My daughter’s skin upholsters the seats—see her freckles in...

Product Launch: Family Car by S.F.J. Painter

“Meet Plasma—the first living automobile. Engineered by my family. My wife’s spine forms the chassis. My son’s muscles work the suspension. My daughter’s skin upholsters the seats—see her freckles in...

Free Gift with Purchase by Sara Kate Egan sizes="(min-width: 1200px) 550px, (min-width: 750px) calc((100vw - 130px) / 2), calc((100vw - 50px) / 2)" alt="Free Gift with Purchase by Sara Kate Egan" class="motion-reduce" loading="lazy" width="1200" height="630" >

Free Gift with Purchase by Sara Kate Egan

Sylvie bought her historic New England-style saltbox house for a major bargain last summer, thanks to what she calls the “ghost discount”. She knew about decades-long hauntings, sightings, exorcisms. A...

Free Gift with Purchase by Sara Kate Egan

Sylvie bought her historic New England-style saltbox house for a major bargain last summer, thanks to what she calls the “ghost discount”. She knew about decades-long hauntings, sightings, exorcisms. A...