Dark Moments
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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...
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alt="Paying the Piper by M. Leigh"
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Paying the Piper by M. Leigh
The pipe quivers against blistered lips as he plays the familiar, melancholy tune. The song slinks through the forest, reaching the sleeping village, and tickles the children’s ears awake. Naked...
Paying the Piper by M. Leigh
The pipe quivers against blistered lips as he plays the familiar, melancholy tune. The song slinks through the forest, reaching the sleeping village, and tickles the children’s ears awake. Naked...
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alt="Make It Last by Birgit K. Gaiser"
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Make It Last by Birgit K. Gaiser
Grown-ups always ask where my parents are. I mumble: “They couldn’t come.” They know that’s code for a challenging home environment, so they put some extra treats in my pumpkin...
Make It Last by Birgit K. Gaiser
Grown-ups always ask where my parents are. I mumble: “They couldn’t come.” They know that’s code for a challenging home environment, so they put some extra treats in my pumpkin...
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alt="Sweet Delicious Candy by John Ward"
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Sweet Delicious Candy by John Ward
She could smell candy on the evening breeze. She closed her eyes and let the intoxicating perfume wash over her, rekindling memories of bygone nights filled with jack-o’-lanterns and costumes...
Sweet Delicious Candy by John Ward
She could smell candy on the evening breeze. She closed her eyes and let the intoxicating perfume wash over her, rekindling memories of bygone nights filled with jack-o’-lanterns and costumes...
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alt="All Hungry Ghosts' Eve by Collin Yeoh"
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All Hungry Ghosts' Eve by Collin Yeoh
Halloween? Really, granddaughter? You can’t speak your mother tongue. You scorn our ways and traditions. You threw yourself at the first white man who could say “ni hao.” You don’t...
All Hungry Ghosts' Eve by Collin Yeoh
Halloween? Really, granddaughter? You can’t speak your mother tongue. You scorn our ways and traditions. You threw yourself at the first white man who could say “ni hao.” You don’t...
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alt="Trick or Eat by Emily Carlson"
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Trick or Eat by Emily Carlson
Being left home alone on Halloween was the worst. Too old to trick or treat, too young to accompany her parents to whatever monster mash they were attending this year....
Trick or Eat by Emily Carlson
Being left home alone on Halloween was the worst. Too old to trick or treat, too young to accompany her parents to whatever monster mash they were attending this year....
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alt="Kid Tax by Michelle Brett"
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Kid Tax by Michelle Brett
“Hand over the candy, kid.” Anthony trembled beneath the bully’s gaze. He clutched his basket closer and spluttered out some words. “Please, no. It took me ages.” The bully snorted,...
Kid Tax by Michelle Brett
“Hand over the candy, kid.” Anthony trembled beneath the bully’s gaze. He clutched his basket closer and spluttered out some words. “Please, no. It took me ages.” The bully snorted,...