Dark Moments
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Sand Castle by Gully Novaro
The sand castle occupied a vast area. Twisted towers, ornate walls, a deep moat. Hard to believe this architectural wonder came from a non-verbal five-year-old. Andy didn’t need words, the...
Sand Castle by Gully Novaro
The sand castle occupied a vast area. Twisted towers, ornate walls, a deep moat. Hard to believe this architectural wonder came from a non-verbal five-year-old. Andy didn’t need words, the...
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alt="The Forest Never Forgets by Andrew Anderson"
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The Forest Never Forgets by Andrew Anderson
Evie always walked alone in the twilight woods. She would walk the trails, litter-picking and marvelling at the sounds of the evening. This was an ancient place, one she cared...
The Forest Never Forgets by Andrew Anderson
Evie always walked alone in the twilight woods. She would walk the trails, litter-picking and marvelling at the sounds of the evening. This was an ancient place, one she cared...
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alt="Nothing Lives Under This Dirt by Eric Clayton"
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Nothing Lives Under This Dirt by Eric Clayton
They light their fires in a circle, an old wives’ tale ward to keep away they-know-not-what. But in the darkness, the flames illuminate my sky, warm my back, reveal the...
Nothing Lives Under This Dirt by Eric Clayton
They light their fires in a circle, an old wives’ tale ward to keep away they-know-not-what. But in the darkness, the flames illuminate my sky, warm my back, reveal the...
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alt="Tree Mother by Kai Delmas"
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Tree Mother by Kai Delmas
The girl crashed through the forest shrubbery seeking aid, refuge, salvation. Her fear tingled my leaves and thrummed through the earth into my roots. Her gods were not going to...
Tree Mother by Kai Delmas
The girl crashed through the forest shrubbery seeking aid, refuge, salvation. Her fear tingled my leaves and thrummed through the earth into my roots. Her gods were not going to...
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alt="The God of the Gastropods by Lisa Edwards"
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The God of the Gastropods by Lisa Edwards
Ellie glanced away from the huge spiral covered wall. It made her feel sick and giddy. Crunch! She froze for a moment, then gently lifted her foot. Oops! Sorry, little...
The God of the Gastropods by Lisa Edwards
Ellie glanced away from the huge spiral covered wall. It made her feel sick and giddy. Crunch! She froze for a moment, then gently lifted her foot. Oops! Sorry, little...
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alt="Friend of the Forest by Tracy Davidson"
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Friend of the Forest by Tracy Davidson
They dare come here with chainsaws and guns? Chop down my children, frighten fauna, shoot for some sick sport, killing innocent creatures that would have done them no harm. I,...
Friend of the Forest by Tracy Davidson
They dare come here with chainsaws and guns? Chop down my children, frighten fauna, shoot for some sick sport, killing innocent creatures that would have done them no harm. I,...
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alt="Carrion by Liam Hogan"
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Carrion by Liam Hogan
The goddess turned, restless in her slumber as warm blood soaked the cold, dark soil. The affairs of men, best left to the crows. Something sharp, insistent. A sacrifice, the...
Carrion by Liam Hogan
The goddess turned, restless in her slumber as warm blood soaked the cold, dark soil. The affairs of men, best left to the crows. Something sharp, insistent. A sacrifice, the...
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alt="Broken Things by Sophie Wagner"
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Broken Things by Sophie Wagner
“Trash, trash, trash,” Garret grumbled as he sifted through the remains of the abandoned campsite. Marcus grunted in response, pausing once to grimace as he pulled a bloody rag free...
Broken Things by Sophie Wagner
“Trash, trash, trash,” Garret grumbled as he sifted through the remains of the abandoned campsite. Marcus grunted in response, pausing once to grimace as he pulled a bloody rag free...
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alt="Domovoi by Jean Martin"
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Domovoi by Jean Martin
My family left before the Russians came. They paid me respect before they went away. They knew I would keep the house safe. Then they took the dog and the...
Domovoi by Jean Martin
My family left before the Russians came. They paid me respect before they went away. They knew I would keep the house safe. Then they took the dog and the...
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alt="He Was by Victoria Brun"
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He Was by Victoria Brun
He was carved into the wall, but he also was the walls—or so they said. He was the walls, the ceiling, the floors, the chilling draft you felt in the...
He Was by Victoria Brun
He was carved into the wall, but he also was the walls—or so they said. He was the walls, the ceiling, the floors, the chilling draft you felt in the...
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alt="The Cursed Cave by James Rumpel"
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The Cursed Cave by James Rumpel
“I have a good feeling,” said Dr Morris. “The landslide exposed most of the cliff wall. I’m certain the Shaman’s cave has been opened.” “Do we want to find it?”...
The Cursed Cave by James Rumpel
“I have a good feeling,” said Dr Morris. “The landslide exposed most of the cliff wall. I’m certain the Shaman’s cave has been opened.” “Do we want to find it?”...
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alt="By the Light of the Fire by C. L. Sidell"
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By the Light of the Fire by C. L. Sidell
We summoned the thing without knowing what we’d done. A simple campfire—roasting marshmallows for nostalgia’s sake. “Grab the sticks,” you said. I did. They burned, smoked green. The earth rumbled,...
By the Light of the Fire by C. L. Sidell
We summoned the thing without knowing what we’d done. A simple campfire—roasting marshmallows for nostalgia’s sake. “Grab the sticks,” you said. I did. They burned, smoked green. The earth rumbled,...