Dark Moments
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alt="Incubator 212 by Nicole Little"
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Incubator 212 by Nicole Little
Unable to wipe away the sweat or tears, hampered by restraints, the woman suppressed the urge to push, instead taking quick breaths. “It’s time,” the doctor snapped. White coats hovered...
Incubator 212 by Nicole Little
Unable to wipe away the sweat or tears, hampered by restraints, the woman suppressed the urge to push, instead taking quick breaths. “It’s time,” the doctor snapped. White coats hovered...
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alt="What Lives Inside by Taryn George"
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What Lives Inside by Taryn George
From underneath my desk, I watched through the slit in the wood as the body on the embalming table shifted. My eyes focused on the corpse’s head, where I’d found...
What Lives Inside by Taryn George
From underneath my desk, I watched through the slit in the wood as the body on the embalming table shifted. My eyes focused on the corpse’s head, where I’d found...
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alt="The Manicure by Chad Miller"
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The Manicure by Chad Miller
Unzip. Zip. The sound made me nauseous. His leather pouch was displayed in the middle of the table like a prize. My whole body shook. I was going to vomit....
The Manicure by Chad Miller
Unzip. Zip. The sound made me nauseous. His leather pouch was displayed in the middle of the table like a prize. My whole body shook. I was going to vomit....
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alt="Opening Teeth by Andrew Jackson"
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Opening Teeth by Andrew Jackson
Zip. Some sounds a human should never hear. It started so small—just a tiny hole in the air, like a busted seam. But it doubles in size each day, and...
Opening Teeth by Andrew Jackson
Zip. Some sounds a human should never hear. It started so small—just a tiny hole in the air, like a busted seam. But it doubles in size each day, and...
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alt="Full Moon Night by Andrew Hughes"
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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...