Dark Moments
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Full Moon Night by Andrew Hughes
“They’re here,” the dishevelled man howls. “They’re inside the hospital!” “Jesus,” says the nurse. “The full moon brings the loons.” “He’s scaring the other patients,” Dr McDonald says, snapping at...
Full Moon Night by Andrew Hughes
“They’re here,” the dishevelled man howls. “They’re inside the hospital!” “Jesus,” says the nurse. “The full moon brings the loons.” “He’s scaring the other patients,” Dr McDonald says, snapping at...
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alt="Becoming by Lena Ng"
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Becoming by Lena Ng
Sundown and my favourite time of day was fast-approaching. The darkness of evening where I could finally be myself. I was tired of pretending, smiling fake smiles, repressing my violent...
Becoming by Lena Ng
Sundown and my favourite time of day was fast-approaching. The darkness of evening where I could finally be myself. I was tired of pretending, smiling fake smiles, repressing my violent...
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alt="When the Zips Come A-Calling by LJ McLeod"
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When the Zips Come A-Calling by LJ McLeod
Once a month, when the moon was dark, the Zips would come trawling for new skins. Those who lived on the streets scarred their skin and covered themselves in filth....
When the Zips Come A-Calling by LJ McLeod
Once a month, when the moon was dark, the Zips would come trawling for new skins. Those who lived on the streets scarred their skin and covered themselves in filth....
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alt="Getting Ready by Matt Krizan"
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Getting Ready by Matt Krizan
Tara loves when Andrew zips her up. He takes his time, caressing her neck and shoulder with his free hand. His kisses linger, and he nibbles her ear, leaving her...
Getting Ready by Matt Krizan
Tara loves when Andrew zips her up. He takes his time, caressing her neck and shoulder with his free hand. His kisses linger, and he nibbles her ear, leaving her...
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alt="The Harvester by Alison Kaiser"
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The Harvester by Alison Kaiser
There’s a zipper at the back of my throat. It doesn’t have a toggle or a head. When the night air feels like static and I can’t move, I know...
The Harvester by Alison Kaiser
There’s a zipper at the back of my throat. It doesn’t have a toggle or a head. When the night air feels like static and I can’t move, I know...
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alt="The Black Bag of Fun by Tim Law"
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The Black Bag of Fun by Tim Law
Zip goes the black sports bag, the sound makes me smile. The zipper once had a brand name but now only the “N” and “I” remain. In my line of...
The Black Bag of Fun by Tim Law
Zip goes the black sports bag, the sound makes me smile. The zipper once had a brand name but now only the “N” and “I” remain. In my line of...
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alt="Dusty by Shaun Bibo"
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Dusty by Shaun Bibo
“Please,” James said, hitting the cloth above his face again. “It’s too dark.” The cloth unzipped down the middle, revealing a woman’s curious face. She pressed her slipping glasses back...
Dusty by Shaun Bibo
“Please,” James said, hitting the cloth above his face again. “It’s too dark.” The cloth unzipped down the middle, revealing a woman’s curious face. She pressed her slipping glasses back...
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alt="Dressed to Kill by Pauline Yates"
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Dressed to Kill by Pauline Yates
“Zip me up?” Macy stands with her back to me wearing a new dress. The exotic fabric gives her curves like Sandra’s. Have I cheated on my wife for so...
Dressed to Kill by Pauline Yates
“Zip me up?” Macy stands with her back to me wearing a new dress. The exotic fabric gives her curves like Sandra’s. Have I cheated on my wife for so...
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alt="They Awaken by Ryan J. M. Tan"
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They Awaken by Ryan J. M. Tan
When the Spots hit, it decimated our livestock, reducing them to boils and blisters. We tried everything, exotic herbs and costly medicines, to no avail. Until the scientists concocted a...
They Awaken by Ryan J. M. Tan
When the Spots hit, it decimated our livestock, reducing them to boils and blisters. We tried everything, exotic herbs and costly medicines, to no avail. Until the scientists concocted a...
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alt="Famine and Feast by David D. West"
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Famine and Feast by David D. West
Frederick watched as the fieldhand, his last living neighbour, pulled the plough through enough soil to make an ox buckle. He glanced over his shoulder at the dusty fields, where...
Famine and Feast by David D. West
Frederick watched as the fieldhand, his last living neighbour, pulled the plough through enough soil to make an ox buckle. He glanced over his shoulder at the dusty fields, where...
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alt="Cull by Liam Hogan"
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Cull by Liam Hogan
Yellow hazmats escort him to the farmhouse door to share the news. Inside, his wife strangles a dishcloth, and the sheepdog wanders over to sniff his boots. “Is it...?” He...
Cull by Liam Hogan
Yellow hazmats escort him to the farmhouse door to share the news. Inside, his wife strangles a dishcloth, and the sheepdog wanders over to sniff his boots. “Is it...?” He...
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alt="Out of Bacon by Kimberly Rei"
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Out of Bacon by Kimberly Rei
Wind ruffled across hay bales, carrying the earthy scent through open farmhouse windows. No snores drifted back, no sounds of sleeping residents. When the police inevitably arrived, they wouldn't find...
Out of Bacon by Kimberly Rei
Wind ruffled across hay bales, carrying the earthy scent through open farmhouse windows. No snores drifted back, no sounds of sleeping residents. When the police inevitably arrived, they wouldn't find...