Dark Moments
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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...
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alt="Ravenous by Vijayaraj Mahendraraj"
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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...