Dark Moments
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Flaming-O by Vijayaraj Mahendraraj
“Welcome to The Flaming-O! Tropical resort, spa, buffets—” choked the tearful woman. “You alright?” asked a concerned couple. “Yes… yes, I swear,” she replied, eyes terrified. “Our rooms?” pressed an...
Flaming-O by Vijayaraj Mahendraraj
“Welcome to The Flaming-O! Tropical resort, spa, buffets—” choked the tearful woman. “You alright?” asked a concerned couple. “Yes… yes, I swear,” she replied, eyes terrified. “Our rooms?” pressed an...
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alt="The Flamboyance of Flamingoes by Bernardo Villela"
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The Flamboyance of Flamingoes by Bernardo Villela
Flamingoes flew after me. My friends and I came here for Pride. Now they’ve died. I was scream-queening. A nun fleeing the convent hoisted me onto her back. Grown man...
The Flamboyance of Flamingoes by Bernardo Villela
Flamingoes flew after me. My friends and I came here for Pride. Now they’ve died. I was scream-queening. A nun fleeing the convent hoisted me onto her back. Grown man...
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alt="Red Feathers by Gully Novaro"
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Red Feathers by Gully Novaro
The animal rebellions caught us off guard. We were ready to fight each other, but never thought of them. We barely won the Great Ape Wars, our troops were decimated....
Red Feathers by Gully Novaro
The animal rebellions caught us off guard. We were ready to fight each other, but never thought of them. We barely won the Great Ape Wars, our troops were decimated....
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alt="Pink is the New Green by Andreas Flögel"
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Pink is the New Green by Andreas Flögel
Although the flamingos were only plastic lawn ornaments, they were Mary's pride and joy. During winter, they were kept in storage, not to take damage in the cold. In spring,...
Pink is the New Green by Andreas Flögel
Although the flamingos were only plastic lawn ornaments, they were Mary's pride and joy. During winter, they were kept in storage, not to take damage in the cold. In spring,...
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alt="Pink Devils by Tracy Davidson"
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Pink Devils by Tracy Davidson
Later, they said it was toxins in the salt water that sent the flamingos psychotic. They went from docile to deadly in seconds. Half the missionary camp wiped out. We...
Pink Devils by Tracy Davidson
Later, they said it was toxins in the salt water that sent the flamingos psychotic. They went from docile to deadly in seconds. Half the missionary camp wiped out. We...
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alt="On Scarlet Wings by Evan Baughfman"
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On Scarlet Wings by Evan Baughfman
Three boys climbed into a zoo enclosure, stoning colourful birds with baseball-sized rocks, killing a sixteen-year-old flamingo in their attack. The children, facing criminal charges, were ultimately exonerated due to...
On Scarlet Wings by Evan Baughfman
Three boys climbed into a zoo enclosure, stoning colourful birds with baseball-sized rocks, killing a sixteen-year-old flamingo in their attack. The children, facing criminal charges, were ultimately exonerated due to...
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alt="Not Again by Karen Thrower"
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Not Again by Karen Thrower
The door to my cabana crashed open, I screamed as a man ran inside backwards, dragging a body through the sand. “What the hell!” “We need to hide!” He whispered...
Not Again by Karen Thrower
The door to my cabana crashed open, I screamed as a man ran inside backwards, dragging a body through the sand. “What the hell!” “We need to hide!” He whispered...
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alt="In Waves by David D. West"
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In Waves by David D. West
Wave after wave of the pink-feathered birds fell as the group held out, but the onslaught continued. “How many more of these damned birds am I going to have to...
In Waves by David D. West
Wave after wave of the pink-feathered birds fell as the group held out, but the onslaught continued. “How many more of these damned birds am I going to have to...
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alt="Gone Fishing by Pauline Yates"
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Gone Fishing by Pauline Yates
Oblivious to my predicament, Bob casts his fishing line into the marsh. “Did you hear about that dodgy cosmetics factory,” he says. “They trialled a new hair colour on flamingos,...
Gone Fishing by Pauline Yates
Oblivious to my predicament, Bob casts his fishing line into the marsh. “Did you hear about that dodgy cosmetics factory,” he says. “They trialled a new hair colour on flamingos,...
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alt="Desperate Times by Kimberly Rei"
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Desperate Times by Kimberly Rei
War between neighbouring nations had been raging for years. No one alive remembered why it started, they only knew their armies were demolished and they were desperate. They turned to...
Desperate Times by Kimberly Rei
War between neighbouring nations had been raging for years. No one alive remembered why it started, they only knew their armies were demolished and they were desperate. They turned to...
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alt="Ready-to-Wear by N.E. Rule"
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Ready-to-Wear by N.E. Rule
Elle stares in wonder at the profusion of bright clothing draped throughout the forest. “Jamie, who dresses trees?” Some trunks were wrapped in shreds, others were more freshly clad. “Check...
Ready-to-Wear by N.E. Rule
Elle stares in wonder at the profusion of bright clothing draped throughout the forest. “Jamie, who dresses trees?” Some trunks were wrapped in shreds, others were more freshly clad. “Check...
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alt="Dirty Boulevard by Steven Holding"
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Dirty Boulevard by Steven Holding
Skid Row: rock bottom of the barrel and the bottle. A place where every kind of bad dream has been and gone. Here, the dregs dredge up their sins; beg...
Dirty Boulevard by Steven Holding
Skid Row: rock bottom of the barrel and the bottle. A place where every kind of bad dream has been and gone. Here, the dregs dredge up their sins; beg...