Dark Moments

Just Right by Sid Cannon sizes="(min-width: 1200px) 550px, (min-width: 750px) calc((100vw - 130px) / 2), calc((100vw - 50px) / 2)" alt="Just Right by Sid Cannon" class="motion-reduce" loading="lazy" width="1200" height="630" >

Just Right by Sid Cannon

Once upon a time, Goldilocks was nodding off in the perfect bed when she spotted a faintly recessed hatch in the wall.  Curious, she arose and opened it, revealing the...

Just Right by Sid Cannon

Once upon a time, Goldilocks was nodding off in the perfect bed when she spotted a faintly recessed hatch in the wall.  Curious, she arose and opened it, revealing the...

Be They Fat or Be They Lean by Kristin Lennox sizes="(min-width: 1200px) 550px, (min-width: 750px) calc((100vw - 130px) / 2), calc((100vw - 50px) / 2)" alt="Be They Fat or Be They Lean by Kristin Lennox" class="motion-reduce" loading="lazy" width="1200" height="630" >

Be They Fat or Be They Lean by Kristin Lennox

Johnny and Pearl stood before the “Gingerbread Funhouse.” The amusement park was even sketchier at night, but Pearl had promised her brother they’d go. A sign by the entrance read:...

Be They Fat or Be They Lean by Kristin Lennox

Johnny and Pearl stood before the “Gingerbread Funhouse.” The amusement park was even sketchier at night, but Pearl had promised her brother they’d go. A sign by the entrance read:...

An Ode to Sleeping Beauty by Ashley R. Oden sizes="(min-width: 1200px) 550px, (min-width: 750px) calc((100vw - 130px) / 2), calc((100vw - 50px) / 2)" alt="An Ode to Sleeping Beauty by Ashley R. Oden" class="motion-reduce" loading="lazy" width="1200" height="630" >

An Ode to Sleeping Beauty by Ashley R. Oden

I knelt beside her, fingers in golden hair, soft as spun sin. Aurora. My sleeping beauty. Unkissed. Untouched. They whispered true love could wake her. But I do not love....

An Ode to Sleeping Beauty by Ashley R. Oden

I knelt beside her, fingers in golden hair, soft as spun sin. Aurora. My sleeping beauty. Unkissed. Untouched. They whispered true love could wake her. But I do not love....

The Cobbler and the Demons by Andrew Kurtz sizes="(min-width: 1200px) 550px, (min-width: 750px) calc((100vw - 130px) / 2), calc((100vw - 50px) / 2)" alt="The Cobbler and the Demons by Andrew Kurtz" class="motion-reduce" loading="lazy" width="1200" height="630" >

The Cobbler and the Demons by Andrew Kurtz

The cobbler awoke to find shoes stitched from his children’s flayed skin. Each night, skeletal creatures with bone needles emerged from hell’s crevices, weaving screaming souls into leather. Their wages:...

The Cobbler and the Demons by Andrew Kurtz

The cobbler awoke to find shoes stitched from his children’s flayed skin. Each night, skeletal creatures with bone needles emerged from hell’s crevices, weaving screaming souls into leather. Their wages:...

House of Bricks by Jacek Wilkos sizes="(min-width: 1200px) 550px, (min-width: 750px) calc((100vw - 130px) / 2), calc((100vw - 50px) / 2)" alt="House of Bricks by Jacek Wilkos" class="motion-reduce" loading="lazy" width="1200" height="630" >

House of Bricks by Jacek Wilkos

The wolf stood in front of the brick house where three little pigs were hiding. “You won’t blow this house down. The door has four locks, the windows have solid...

House of Bricks by Jacek Wilkos

The wolf stood in front of the brick house where three little pigs were hiding. “You won’t blow this house down. The door has four locks, the windows have solid...

Stone Jaws by Evan Baughfman sizes="(min-width: 1200px) 550px, (min-width: 750px) calc((100vw - 130px) / 2), calc((100vw - 50px) / 2)" alt="Stone Jaws by Evan Baughfman" class="motion-reduce" loading="lazy" width="1200" height="630" >

Stone Jaws by Evan Baughfman

Bigots marched outside the library, spewing hatred with shouts, signs. They burned books. Demanded that other titles be banned. That countless voices be silenced. All under the protection of federal...

Stone Jaws by Evan Baughfman

Bigots marched outside the library, spewing hatred with shouts, signs. They burned books. Demanded that other titles be banned. That countless voices be silenced. All under the protection of federal...

The Mannequin People by Michael J. Stiehl sizes="(min-width: 1200px) 550px, (min-width: 750px) calc((100vw - 130px) / 2), calc((100vw - 50px) / 2)" alt="The Mannequin People by Michael J. Stiehl" class="motion-reduce" loading="lazy" width="1200" height="630" >

The Mannequin People by Michael J. Stiehl

Bill is a good sleeper; not me. I’m restless. A sound in the dark sets my heart racing. Slick with sweat, I’m frozen. They drift into my bedroom like a...

The Mannequin People by Michael J. Stiehl

Bill is a good sleeper; not me. I’m restless. A sound in the dark sets my heart racing. Slick with sweat, I’m frozen. They drift into my bedroom like a...

Gator by Randall Andrews sizes="(min-width: 1200px) 550px, (min-width: 750px) calc((100vw - 130px) / 2), calc((100vw - 50px) / 2)" alt="Gator by Randall Andrews" class="motion-reduce" loading="lazy" width="1200" height="630" >

Gator by Randall Andrews

Al Herper rolled his eyes when he read the headline: New York Sewer Alligator Kills Again. Growing up in rural Florida, Al had dreamed of living in New York City,...

Gator by Randall Andrews

Al Herper rolled his eyes when he read the headline: New York Sewer Alligator Kills Again. Growing up in rural Florida, Al had dreamed of living in New York City,...

Rude Awakening by Richard Lau sizes="(min-width: 1200px) 550px, (min-width: 750px) calc((100vw - 130px) / 2), calc((100vw - 50px) / 2)" alt="Rude Awakening by Richard Lau" class="motion-reduce" loading="lazy" width="1200" height="630" >

Rude Awakening by Richard Lau

I never sleep well in unfamiliar places. So, I made sure to look for a corpse underneath the motel bed, as oft-told in urban myth. After violent nightmares, I awoke,...

Rude Awakening by Richard Lau

I never sleep well in unfamiliar places. So, I made sure to look for a corpse underneath the motel bed, as oft-told in urban myth. After violent nightmares, I awoke,...

136694 by S.F.J. Painter sizes="(min-width: 1200px) 550px, (min-width: 750px) calc((100vw - 130px) / 2), calc((100vw - 50px) / 2)" alt="136694 by S.F.J. Painter" class="motion-reduce" loading="lazy" width="1200" height="630" >

136694 by S.F.J. Painter

Hello, you. Remember me? It’s the “weird” kid from school who’s dead because of you. I’ve got mates now. Mates who hate cyberbullies. (One password for everything? “BLACKHAREPRESS1234”? Idiot.) We’ve...

136694 by S.F.J. Painter

Hello, you. Remember me? It’s the “weird” kid from school who’s dead because of you. I’ve got mates now. Mates who hate cyberbullies. (One password for everything? “BLACKHAREPRESS1234”? Idiot.) We’ve...

Network Error by Kristin Lennox sizes="(min-width: 1200px) 550px, (min-width: 750px) calc((100vw - 130px) / 2), calc((100vw - 50px) / 2)" alt="Network Error by Kristin Lennox" class="motion-reduce" loading="lazy" width="1200" height="630" >

Network Error by Kristin Lennox

The tween slumber party was fading; even the Ouija board gets boring after a while. Desperate to entertain her friends, Chloe blurted, “It’s almost 3:00—let’s check out the WiFi from...

Network Error by Kristin Lennox

The tween slumber party was fading; even the Ouija board gets boring after a while. Desperate to entertain her friends, Chloe blurted, “It’s almost 3:00—let’s check out the WiFi from...

Teke Two by Liam Hogan sizes="(min-width: 1200px) 550px, (min-width: 750px) calc((100vw - 130px) / 2), calc((100vw - 50px) / 2)" alt="Teke Two by Liam Hogan" class="motion-reduce" loading="lazy" width="1200" height="630" >

Teke Two by Liam Hogan

Anderson retches into the dark void between the rails. “Teke Teke,” I say, when he returns, ashen faced. “The vengeful spirit of a schoolgirl tied to the tracks and cut...

Teke Two by Liam Hogan

Anderson retches into the dark void between the rails. “Teke Teke,” I say, when he returns, ashen faced. “The vengeful spirit of a schoolgirl tied to the tracks and cut...