Dark Moments
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alt="Was It Plato? by Avery Hunter"
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Was It Plato? by Avery Hunter
Caked in No-Man’s-Land mud, ears still ringing from the explosion that took my leg—I haven’t yet realised its gone, there’s just a dull throb where it used to be—I blink...
Was It Plato? by Avery Hunter
Caked in No-Man’s-Land mud, ears still ringing from the explosion that took my leg—I haven’t yet realised its gone, there’s just a dull throb where it used to be—I blink...
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alt="The Fog of War by Warren Benedetto"
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The Fog of War by Warren Benedetto
Jameson surveyed the battle-scarred landscape. Shadows rose from the mud, moving through the fog obscuring the carnage. The sharp smell of cordite hung in the air. Jameson’s ears were numb—the...
The Fog of War by Warren Benedetto
Jameson surveyed the battle-scarred landscape. Shadows rose from the mud, moving through the fog obscuring the carnage. The sharp smell of cordite hung in the air. Jameson’s ears were numb—the...
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alt="The Skittering by Stephen Herczeg"
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The Skittering by Stephen Herczeg
Insects. After decades of Hollywood telling us that aliens were little green men, they finally arrived. And they were insects. Bigger than rhinos. Tougher than cockroaches. And hungry. The first...
The Skittering by Stephen Herczeg
Insects. After decades of Hollywood telling us that aliens were little green men, they finally arrived. And they were insects. Bigger than rhinos. Tougher than cockroaches. And hungry. The first...
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alt="Thank You for Your Service by Steven Lord"
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Thank You for Your Service by Steven Lord
The crosshairs rest just above the target’s spine. Cold zero. That’s what we call these shots. No chance to learn the pull of the rifling, or the lie of the...
Thank You for Your Service by Steven Lord
The crosshairs rest just above the target’s spine. Cold zero. That’s what we call these shots. No chance to learn the pull of the rifling, or the lie of the...
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alt="Dual by Pauline Yates"
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Dual by Pauline Yates
Why’d you bring me home, Jimmy? Couldn’t hack a third tour of duty? The war ain’t over. You and me, we make the best team. But you’re a coward, ain’t...
Dual by Pauline Yates
Why’d you bring me home, Jimmy? Couldn’t hack a third tour of duty? The war ain’t over. You and me, we make the best team. But you’re a coward, ain’t...
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alt="Battle of the Bands by N.E. Rule"
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Battle of the Bands by N.E. Rule
On her patio, Linda’s jaw clenches in determination as she starts her classical music. Exactly one minute later, punk rock blasts back at her from her enemy’s yard. She storms...
Battle of the Bands by N.E. Rule
On her patio, Linda’s jaw clenches in determination as she starts her classical music. Exactly one minute later, punk rock blasts back at her from her enemy’s yard. She storms...
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alt="My Body by Marion Lougheed"
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My Body by Marion Lougheed
I float above the body that used to be mine, imagining I will break free if only I tug hard enough. Our corpses blanket the field, our blood already drying....
My Body by Marion Lougheed
I float above the body that used to be mine, imagining I will break free if only I tug hard enough. Our corpses blanket the field, our blood already drying....
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alt="Private Edad by John Lane"
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Private Edad by John Lane
Before the commencement of Operation Overlord, the newest soldier of First Infantry Division composed a letter, an effort to reassure his mother. She feared losing him to a bullet like...
Private Edad by John Lane
Before the commencement of Operation Overlord, the newest soldier of First Infantry Division composed a letter, an effort to reassure his mother. She feared losing him to a bullet like...
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alt="Abraham and Isaac by James Rumpel"
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Abraham and Isaac by James Rumpel
Daddy, can I have a gun?” asked little Isaac. “I can shoot the monsters just as well as Jimmy.” “I’m sure you could, son. But you have a much more...
Abraham and Isaac by James Rumpel
Daddy, can I have a gun?” asked little Isaac. “I can shoot the monsters just as well as Jimmy.” “I’m sure you could, son. But you have a much more...
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alt="Phoenix Fighters by Dawn DeBraal"
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Phoenix Fighters by Dawn DeBraal
Thousands of them, dead. Commander Helmet observed ravaged bodies as far as his eyes could see. Total devastation. His exhausted men sat, welcoming the reprieve while fresh recruits took up...
Phoenix Fighters by Dawn DeBraal
Thousands of them, dead. Commander Helmet observed ravaged bodies as far as his eyes could see. Total devastation. His exhausted men sat, welcoming the reprieve while fresh recruits took up...
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alt="Sacrifice by Darlene Holt"
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Sacrifice by Darlene Holt
After aliens invaded, war waged against humanity, and civilians sacrificed normalcy to join the cause. Command assured us training wasn’t necessary, despite our lack of military experience. Just an injection...
Sacrifice by Darlene Holt
After aliens invaded, war waged against humanity, and civilians sacrificed normalcy to join the cause. Command assured us training wasn’t necessary, despite our lack of military experience. Just an injection...
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alt="Recon by Andrew McDonald"
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Recon by Andrew McDonald
The sentry never heard me. I stab all the way through his neck, behind the jugular. Pushing the blade forward, I tear out his throat. He dies without even a...
Recon by Andrew McDonald
The sentry never heard me. I stab all the way through his neck, behind the jugular. Pushing the blade forward, I tear out his throat. He dies without even a...