Dark Moments
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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...
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alt="Sand Castle by Gully Novaro"
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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...