Dark Moments
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Red Wrapping Paper by D. Matthew Urban
December 24, 11:54 p.m. Not yet. I stand over my baby brother’s crib. December 24, 11:55 p.m. Not yet. He’s sleeping. So innocent. December 24, 11:56 p.m. Not yet. I...
Red Wrapping Paper by D. Matthew Urban
December 24, 11:54 p.m. Not yet. I stand over my baby brother’s crib. December 24, 11:55 p.m. Not yet. He’s sleeping. So innocent. December 24, 11:56 p.m. Not yet. I...
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alt="Naughty and Nice by Pauline Yates"
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Naughty and Nice by Pauline Yates
On Christmas morning, I wake to find a blonde and a brunette, naked as newborn babes, asleep in our bed. They fit the description written on my husband’s Christmas wish...
Naughty and Nice by Pauline Yates
On Christmas morning, I wake to find a blonde and a brunette, naked as newborn babes, asleep in our bed. They fit the description written on my husband’s Christmas wish...
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alt="One Sacrifice Demands Another by C.L. Sidell"
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One Sacrifice Demands Another by C.L. Sidell
The tree was too big for our house; its crown bent under the ceiling and too-long branches snatched our sleeves when we walked past. “Best find in the state!” Pops...
One Sacrifice Demands Another by C.L. Sidell
The tree was too big for our house; its crown bent under the ceiling and too-long branches snatched our sleeves when we walked past. “Best find in the state!” Pops...
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alt="Finally Over by Evan Baughfman"
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Finally Over by Evan Baughfman
Crimson lights flickered along twisted strands, causing the tall tree to resemble a creature with blinking red eyes. Ghoulish garland snaked across countertops, cluttered with holiday cheer. The fireplace roared...
Finally Over by Evan Baughfman
Crimson lights flickered along twisted strands, causing the tall tree to resemble a creature with blinking red eyes. Ghoulish garland snaked across countertops, cluttered with holiday cheer. The fireplace roared...
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alt="Bloom by Stephanie Parent"
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Bloom by Stephanie Parent
They say the goddess of spring was plucking a blossom when she was nabbed, yanked beneath the earth, but here’s the truth: Persephone’s desire made that chasm yawn wide. Even...
Bloom by Stephanie Parent
They say the goddess of spring was plucking a blossom when she was nabbed, yanked beneath the earth, but here’s the truth: Persephone’s desire made that chasm yawn wide. Even...
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alt="The Flowering by Jameson Grey"
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The Flowering by Jameson Grey
I've always loved to be loved. I look down upon myself, endlessly gazing at my reflection in the spring, reminded of my late twin sister's beauty. Of my beauty. I...
The Flowering by Jameson Grey
I've always loved to be loved. I look down upon myself, endlessly gazing at my reflection in the spring, reminded of my late twin sister's beauty. Of my beauty. I...
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alt="La Quintrala and the Lord of Agony by Ximena Escobar"
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La Quintrala and the Lord of Agony by Ximena Es...
Crimson petals, as bright as the blood she spilled, did nothing to soothe their wounds. Red, like her mane swaying, as branches tore her slaves’ skin and her pores wept....
La Quintrala and the Lord of Agony by Ximena Es...
Crimson petals, as bright as the blood she spilled, did nothing to soothe their wounds. Red, like her mane swaying, as branches tore her slaves’ skin and her pores wept....
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alt="Shattered by Constantine E. Kiousis"
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Shattered by Constantine E. Kiousis
He’d been following her since the pub, her silhouette outlined against the pale moonlight. She’d caught his eye immediately, her black dress and furry bucket-hat screaming “money.” She wasn’t bad...
Shattered by Constantine E. Kiousis
He’d been following her since the pub, her silhouette outlined against the pale moonlight. She’d caught his eye immediately, her black dress and furry bucket-hat screaming “money.” She wasn’t bad...
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alt="Crossroads by Rachel Reeves"
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Crossroads by Rachel Reeves
Sweat soaks the man’s shirt, breaking his pale skin into tomato blotches. He scrabbles in the crossing, nails cracking in the sun. The box was here; the whispered stories had...
Crossroads by Rachel Reeves
Sweat soaks the man’s shirt, breaking his pale skin into tomato blotches. He scrabbles in the crossing, nails cracking in the sun. The box was here; the whispered stories had...
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alt="We Ride Through the Night by Tim Law"
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We Ride Through the Night by Tim Law
We ride through the night, my master and I. At witch’s summons we arise from the pumpkin’s patch, sabre drawn and jack-o’-lantern head. We search until our quarry is found...
We Ride Through the Night by Tim Law
We ride through the night, my master and I. At witch’s summons we arise from the pumpkin’s patch, sabre drawn and jack-o’-lantern head. We search until our quarry is found...