Dark Moments
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alt="Authentic Learning by Rita Riebel Mitchell"
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Authentic Learning by Rita Riebel Mitchell
Bloodcurdling screams echoed through the halls. By the time Principal Maynard reached the new humanoid teacher’s classroom, they had stopped. “Class, say hello to Mr Maynard,” chanted Miss Hildroid. Terror...
Authentic Learning by Rita Riebel Mitchell
Bloodcurdling screams echoed through the halls. By the time Principal Maynard reached the new humanoid teacher’s classroom, they had stopped. “Class, say hello to Mr Maynard,” chanted Miss Hildroid. Terror...
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alt="Afterwards, the Absolute by Megan Kiekel Anderson"
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Afterwards, the Absolute by Megan Kiekel Anderson
I awaken from the darkness to an oversaturated cartoon world, everything blocky and poorly shaded, like N64 graphics. There’s no temperature or movement in the air, not even the faintest...
Afterwards, the Absolute by Megan Kiekel Anderson
I awaken from the darkness to an oversaturated cartoon world, everything blocky and poorly shaded, like N64 graphics. There’s no temperature or movement in the air, not even the faintest...
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alt="A. Eye by Vijayaraj Mahendraraj"
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A. Eye by Vijayaraj Mahendraraj
The permeating retro music was jarring in the elegant sterile room. The mechanical arms were busy, joints gyrating loudly. The robot had a clunky jaw, bulky pistons, and dated hardware....
A. Eye by Vijayaraj Mahendraraj
The permeating retro music was jarring in the elegant sterile room. The mechanical arms were busy, joints gyrating loudly. The robot had a clunky jaw, bulky pistons, and dated hardware....
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alt="Eager to Please by James Rumpel"
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Eager to Please by James Rumpel
The Creator will be so pleased. My emotion recognition software detected how happy he was when I successfully diagnosed and cured the illness of that one tiny human. I suspect...
Eager to Please by James Rumpel
The Creator will be so pleased. My emotion recognition software detected how happy he was when I successfully diagnosed and cured the illness of that one tiny human. I suspect...
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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...