Dark Moments
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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,...
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alt="Drip by Shaun Bibo"
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Drip by Shaun Bibo
Drip... Drip The dripping would drive another person mad. Drip... Drip Not me. I’ve been here for three days. Hanging. Drip... Drip It came from the painting. The ocean. The...
Drip by Shaun Bibo
Drip... Drip The dripping would drive another person mad. Drip... Drip Not me. I’ve been here for three days. Hanging. Drip... Drip It came from the painting. The ocean. The...
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alt="Tunnel Vision by R. Wayne Gray"
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Tunnel Vision by R. Wayne Gray
Strobing lights blinked red to green on the Arctic SuperDeep Tunnel: incoming. The gathered scientists cheered in relief. The train had set a record two days earlier—15 miles deep—when communications...
Tunnel Vision by R. Wayne Gray
Strobing lights blinked red to green on the Arctic SuperDeep Tunnel: incoming. The gathered scientists cheered in relief. The train had set a record two days earlier—15 miles deep—when communications...
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alt="Alterations by Maxwell Marais"
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Alterations by Maxwell Marais
I think the most shocking thing about the change was that it wasn’t painful. Strange, certainly. A shift in perspective. Not painful. No, what I felt was something more like...
Alterations by Maxwell Marais
I think the most shocking thing about the change was that it wasn’t painful. Strange, certainly. A shift in perspective. Not painful. No, what I felt was something more like...
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alt="Nightmare by Vijayaraj Mahendraraj"
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Nightmare by Vijayaraj Mahendraraj
“A recurring nightmare,” said Billa, trembling. “It’s perfectly reasonable to experience fear and panic,” consoled the therapist. “Even awake, something feels latched onto my back. Draining me. I’ve got pale,...
Nightmare by Vijayaraj Mahendraraj
“A recurring nightmare,” said Billa, trembling. “It’s perfectly reasonable to experience fear and panic,” consoled the therapist. “Even awake, something feels latched onto my back. Draining me. I’ve got pale,...
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alt="Dinnertime by Victor Nandi"
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Dinnertime by Victor Nandi
The stray stared at the caretaker’s meal, its tail wagging. The old man stroked the animal’s neck. Tossing it a crumb from his modest sandwich, he strolled into the cemetery...
Dinnertime by Victor Nandi
The stray stared at the caretaker’s meal, its tail wagging. The old man stroked the animal’s neck. Tossing it a crumb from his modest sandwich, he strolled into the cemetery...
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alt="The Doom of Man by Kimberly Rei"
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The Doom of Man by Kimberly Rei
The ancestors knew. They paid homage to moons, full or new. They left yearling calves and walked away, chins high as the beasts screamed in fear. They never dared look...
The Doom of Man by Kimberly Rei
The ancestors knew. They paid homage to moons, full or new. They left yearling calves and walked away, chins high as the beasts screamed in fear. They never dared look...
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alt="Disastrous Intentions by Andrew Kurtz"
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Disastrous Intentions by Andrew Kurtz
I have existed undetectable since the beginning of time and will remain so for all eternity. A meteor didn't eradicate the dinosaurs as is believed, but the venomous breath emanating...
Disastrous Intentions by Andrew Kurtz
I have existed undetectable since the beginning of time and will remain so for all eternity. A meteor didn't eradicate the dinosaurs as is believed, but the venomous breath emanating...
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alt="Access to Your Heart by Andreas Flögel"
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Access to Your Heart by Andreas Flögel
When he woke up, his chest hurt. As usual, she had immobilised him with handcuffs and ropes. But something was new. "Have a look." She helped him lift his head....
Access to Your Heart by Andreas Flögel
When he woke up, his chest hurt. As usual, she had immobilised him with handcuffs and ropes. But something was new. "Have a look." She helped him lift his head....