Dark Moments
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Ravenous by Vijayaraj Mahendraraj
The shutters slammed repeatedly, winds howling amidst the desolate crop fields. Overbeck’s eyes gleamed, his bloodied grip on the pitchfork waning. The doors and windows were barred, nailed shut. A...
Ravenous by Vijayaraj Mahendraraj
The shutters slammed repeatedly, winds howling amidst the desolate crop fields. Overbeck’s eyes gleamed, his bloodied grip on the pitchfork waning. The doors and windows were barred, nailed shut. A...
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alt="Old Christmas Eve by Robyn Fraser"
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Old Christmas Eve by Robyn Fraser
January 5th. According to folklore, at midnight the animals in the barn speak in human voices. Anna is tucked behind the hay bales, shaking with excitement. The barn is dimly...
Old Christmas Eve by Robyn Fraser
January 5th. According to folklore, at midnight the animals in the barn speak in human voices. Anna is tucked behind the hay bales, shaking with excitement. The barn is dimly...
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alt="The Last Victory by Chad Miller"
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The Last Victory by Chad Miller
The Sheep took centre stage on the chamber floor. As they displayed their prize, the Senators gasped. “This is an outrage!” exclaimed the Cow. The Pig shook his head. “This...
The Last Victory by Chad Miller
The Sheep took centre stage on the chamber floor. As they displayed their prize, the Senators gasped. “This is an outrage!” exclaimed the Cow. The Pig shook his head. “This...
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alt="Ovine Revenge by Maggie D. Brace"
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Ovine Revenge by Maggie D. Brace
A chorus of sharp bleats rent the air as Tilly entered the barnyard. “What’s got them all fired up?” she queried, a wave of apprehension coursing through her innards. George...
Ovine Revenge by Maggie D. Brace
A chorus of sharp bleats rent the air as Tilly entered the barnyard. “What’s got them all fired up?” she queried, a wave of apprehension coursing through her innards. George...
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alt="Spoiled Milk by James Hall"
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Spoiled Milk by James Hall
Back in the eighties and all the way through until the late nineties, the images of missing children were a common sight on any paper milk carton: whether it be...
Spoiled Milk by James Hall
Back in the eighties and all the way through until the late nineties, the images of missing children were a common sight on any paper milk carton: whether it be...
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alt="Behind Blue Eyes by L.J. McLeod"
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Behind Blue Eyes by L.J. McLeod
Annabelle had never liked the old brown cow. It was the eyes. Those unblinking, ice-blue eyes. When Annabelle checked the fences, it was there. When she put out the hay...
Behind Blue Eyes by L.J. McLeod
Annabelle had never liked the old brown cow. It was the eyes. Those unblinking, ice-blue eyes. When Annabelle checked the fences, it was there. When she put out the hay...
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alt="Revenge by Blaise Langlois"
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Revenge by Blaise Langlois
There was only one way to do it, and they had to be quick. Rats were always more intelligent than humans gave them credit for, and now they had become...
Revenge by Blaise Langlois
There was only one way to do it, and they had to be quick. Rats were always more intelligent than humans gave them credit for, and now they had become...
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alt="Twice the Pleasure by Pauline Yates"
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Twice the Pleasure by Pauline Yates
I love how my lover slides his mouth down the woman’s neck. How he pauses near her jugular vein, warming his lips with heat from her racing heart. He nips...
Twice the Pleasure by Pauline Yates
I love how my lover slides his mouth down the woman’s neck. How he pauses near her jugular vein, warming his lips with heat from her racing heart. He nips...
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alt="Sweet Hearts by Tracy Davidson"
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Sweet Hearts by Tracy Davidson
The detective doesn’t understand. He thinks we’ll turn on each other. But our bond is too deep for that. It took a lifetime to find her, someone whose dark soul...
Sweet Hearts by Tracy Davidson
The detective doesn’t understand. He thinks we’ll turn on each other. But our bond is too deep for that. It took a lifetime to find her, someone whose dark soul...
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alt="Re-Election by Sophie Wagner"
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Re-Election by Sophie Wagner
“Happy anniversary,” Dalin whispered, removing her blindfold. Maia frowned as she stared at the open senior yearbook he had placed in her hands and the nomination page stared back; the...
Re-Election by Sophie Wagner
“Happy anniversary,” Dalin whispered, removing her blindfold. Maia frowned as she stared at the open senior yearbook he had placed in her hands and the nomination page stared back; the...
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alt="Kiss of Death by Brianna Witte"
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Kiss of Death by Brianna Witte
Dan took the blindfold away from my eyes, the dark basement surrounding me. A naked man was chained to the cement wall, a gag stuffed into his small mouth. I...
Kiss of Death by Brianna Witte
Dan took the blindfold away from my eyes, the dark basement surrounding me. A naked man was chained to the cement wall, a gag stuffed into his small mouth. I...
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alt="He Liked to Watch by Jameson Grey"
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He Liked to Watch by Jameson Grey
He liked to watch. That was Ted's thing. His wife would bring home one-night stands, and he'd sit behind the two-way mirror he'd installed, watching as she took lovers into...
He Liked to Watch by Jameson Grey
He liked to watch. That was Ted's thing. His wife would bring home one-night stands, and he'd sit behind the two-way mirror he'd installed, watching as she took lovers into...