Dark Moments
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alt="You Better Watch Out by Kristin Lennox"
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You Better Watch Out by Kristin Lennox
Santa had no choice, really. Polls had shown a steep drop in popularity—more children believed in the Tooth Fairy than in him. It was either merge with the Demon Goat...
You Better Watch Out by Kristin Lennox
Santa had no choice, really. Polls had shown a steep drop in popularity—more children believed in the Tooth Fairy than in him. It was either merge with the Demon Goat...
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alt="Should've Mentioned Coal by Sloane"
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Should've Mentioned Coal by Sloane
Leaning low to sniff at a tray of milk and cookies, the tooth fairy guzzled the former and scattered the latter. Sweet calcium. Horrid cavities. A noise. Movement briefly focused...
Should've Mentioned Coal by Sloane
Leaning low to sniff at a tray of milk and cookies, the tooth fairy guzzled the former and scattered the latter. Sweet calcium. Horrid cavities. A noise. Movement briefly focused...
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alt="Frostbite by A.C. Turner"
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Frostbite by A.C. Turner
We built him Tuesday after the first snow, used Mom’s buttons for his crooked smile. Wednesday he stood taller, thicker. Tommy’s scarf was wrapped around his neck. We didn’t put...
Frostbite by A.C. Turner
We built him Tuesday after the first snow, used Mom’s buttons for his crooked smile. Wednesday he stood taller, thicker. Tommy’s scarf was wrapped around his neck. We didn’t put...
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alt="A Cenobite Christmas by Liam Hogan"
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A Cenobite Christmas by Liam Hogan
The house is quiet now. The dining table’s suspended mid-clearance. Father, having cut out his eyes with the carving knife, can’t see the mess of blood and guts congealing around...
A Cenobite Christmas by Liam Hogan
The house is quiet now. The dining table’s suspended mid-clearance. Father, having cut out his eyes with the carving knife, can’t see the mess of blood and guts congealing around...
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alt="Where the Grass Feeds by Kimberly Rei"
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Where the Grass Feeds by Kimberly Rei
“Don't go there,” the locals warned. “People starve to death there.” I laughed, pausing outside the pub to bring up a hiking map. The field was a shortcut to Mullaghmeen...
Where the Grass Feeds by Kimberly Rei
“Don't go there,” the locals warned. “People starve to death there.” I laughed, pausing outside the pub to bring up a hiking map. The field was a shortcut to Mullaghmeen...
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alt="To Cleave the Crone by E.M. McCormack"
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To Cleave the Crone by E.M. McCormack
You peel it from me, inch by inch—my wrinkled skin, my grey hair, my bulbous nose. Then deeper still, your fingers probe and find my brittle knees, my dry womb....
To Cleave the Crone by E.M. McCormack
You peel it from me, inch by inch—my wrinkled skin, my grey hair, my bulbous nose. Then deeper still, your fingers probe and find my brittle knees, my dry womb....
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alt="They Only See Me When I Cry by Alara Rogers"
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They Only See Me When I Cry by Alara Rogers
I wait for my favourite uncle to come home, smiling and combing my hair. But when I see him, I can’t help but scream. I see the shadow of death...
They Only See Me When I Cry by Alara Rogers
I wait for my favourite uncle to come home, smiling and combing my hair. But when I see him, I can’t help but scream. I see the shadow of death...
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alt="The Last Leprechaun by Dakria"
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The Last Leprechaun by Dakria
The wind bites my skin. I pull the ragged blanket tighter. A gentleman passes. The clink of a coin in my tin cup cuts through the street noise and my...
The Last Leprechaun by Dakria
The wind bites my skin. I pull the ragged blanket tighter. A gentleman passes. The clink of a coin in my tin cup cuts through the street noise and my...
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alt="Sitting on Aine's Cursed Stone by Crystal N. Ramos"
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Sitting on Aine's Cursed Stone by Crystal N. Ramos
They’d told him not to, but he’d show the villagers their ignorance by sitting on the stone at night. “Get off!” “Who’s there?” he demanded. No response. He stood and...
Sitting on Aine's Cursed Stone by Crystal N. Ramos
They’d told him not to, but he’d show the villagers their ignorance by sitting on the stone at night. “Get off!” “Who’s there?” he demanded. No response. He stood and...
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alt="Harbinger of Death by Jonathan L. Tolstedt"
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Harbinger of Death by Jonathan L. Tolstedt
Hollister was returning home when she heard the piercing scream–not the shrieking of the squall she fought, but something more sinister. She ran. The banshee floated outside her home. Hollister...
Harbinger of Death by Jonathan L. Tolstedt
Hollister was returning home when she heard the piercing scream–not the shrieking of the squall she fought, but something more sinister. She ran. The banshee floated outside her home. Hollister...
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alt="Famine Man by Deborah Tapper"
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Famine Man by Deborah Tapper
He almost ran the stranger over. Ragged, fishbone thin, teeth scarily prominent in that hollow, smudgy face. Shambling away from the farmhouse, emaciated hands slamming into the truck as he...
Famine Man by Deborah Tapper
He almost ran the stranger over. Ragged, fishbone thin, teeth scarily prominent in that hollow, smudgy face. Shambling away from the farmhouse, emaciated hands slamming into the truck as he...
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alt="The Price of Belief by Andreas Flögel"
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The Price of Belief by Andreas Flögel
The child was small and sickly. “A changeling!” the Chieftain and Druid agreed. Desperation filled the mother's voice: “What can I do?” The druid looked towards the fireplace. “Put it...
The Price of Belief by Andreas Flögel
The child was small and sickly. “A changeling!” the Chieftain and Druid agreed. Desperation filled the mother's voice: “What can I do?” The druid looked towards the fireplace. “Put it...