Dark Moments
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alt="Fresh Start by Andrew Anderson"
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Fresh Start by Andrew Anderson
The doorbell rang. "So it begins," muttered Ed, getting up to answer the door for his inaugural trick-or-treaters. This was Ed's first Halloween since moving to town, so he'd prepared...
Fresh Start by Andrew Anderson
The doorbell rang. "So it begins," muttered Ed, getting up to answer the door for his inaugural trick-or-treaters. This was Ed's first Halloween since moving to town, so he'd prepared...
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alt="Halloween at the Morrison's by Sophie Wagner"
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Halloween at the Morrison's by Sophie Wagner
In Mateo’s opinion, Halloween was the best time of the year. On decorating day, his family would carve, hang skeletons and Mother would make meat pies. Sadly, this year they...
Halloween at the Morrison's by Sophie Wagner
In Mateo’s opinion, Halloween was the best time of the year. On decorating day, his family would carve, hang skeletons and Mother would make meat pies. Sadly, this year they...
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alt="Harvest by Elle Jauffret"
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Harvest by Elle Jauffret
She always picked the ugliest pumpkin, the rotten one with the mouldy skin—disfigured, putrid, and asymmetrical. She would carve through its decomposing shell with sharp nails—and dig through its flesh...
Harvest by Elle Jauffret
She always picked the ugliest pumpkin, the rotten one with the mouldy skin—disfigured, putrid, and asymmetrical. She would carve through its decomposing shell with sharp nails—and dig through its flesh...
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alt="Pumpkin Head by Pauline Yates"
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Pumpkin Head by Pauline Yates
I’ve won ‘Best Halloween Display’ two years running, but while hanging decorations, my new neighbour distracts me. He likes my legs. I love his wide smile. Tempted, I suggest a...
Pumpkin Head by Pauline Yates
I’ve won ‘Best Halloween Display’ two years running, but while hanging decorations, my new neighbour distracts me. He likes my legs. I love his wide smile. Tempted, I suggest a...
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alt="Last Kiss by Caoimhin Kennedy"
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Last Kiss by Caoimhin Kennedy
My daughter kisses me. “Heading home,” she says. Since my cancer, Carrie gives out my treats on Halloween. I roll my wheelchair to the porch’s edge and watch her taillights...
Last Kiss by Caoimhin Kennedy
My daughter kisses me. “Heading home,” she says. Since my cancer, Carrie gives out my treats on Halloween. I roll my wheelchair to the porch’s edge and watch her taillights...
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alt="Hal Owen by Steven Holding"
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Hal Owen by Steven Holding
Introducing Mr Owen (Hal to his friends, if he had any…) Date of birth: October thirty-first. Born ugly as sin, but it’s how he was treated that paved the way...
Hal Owen by Steven Holding
Introducing Mr Owen (Hal to his friends, if he had any…) Date of birth: October thirty-first. Born ugly as sin, but it’s how he was treated that paved the way...
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alt="Vengeance by Mel Andela"
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Vengeance by Mel Andela
"Trick or treat." The childlike voice floats down the darkened street. The sidewalks are empty, costumed youngsters long since gone home. It was far too late even for trouble-seeking teens,...
Vengeance by Mel Andela
"Trick or treat." The childlike voice floats down the darkened street. The sidewalks are empty, costumed youngsters long since gone home. It was far too late even for trouble-seeking teens,...
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alt="Surfacing by Matt Krizan"
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Surfacing by Matt Krizan
Karina lingers at the end of the dock, watching for Ryan to resurface. The water shimmers in the moonlight, while cicadas drown out the sound of gentle waves lapping against...
Surfacing by Matt Krizan
Karina lingers at the end of the dock, watching for Ryan to resurface. The water shimmers in the moonlight, while cicadas drown out the sound of gentle waves lapping against...
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alt="Fishing with Frankie by Caoimhin Kennedy"
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Fishing with Frankie by Caoimhin Kennedy
I bait the hook and toss my line. Pluksh! goes the sinker. I look down at my feet into my bucket full of fish. They’re really biting tonight. In fact......
Fishing with Frankie by Caoimhin Kennedy
I bait the hook and toss my line. Pluksh! goes the sinker. I look down at my feet into my bucket full of fish. They’re really biting tonight. In fact......
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alt="The Waiting Game by S.L. Kretschmer"
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The Waiting Game by S.L. Kretschmer
I lie prostrate on the ocean floor, clutching the scuba tank to my chest. Silence, except for the exaggerated echo of my breaths. Shafts of hazy, muted sunlight edge tantalisingly...
The Waiting Game by S.L. Kretschmer
I lie prostrate on the ocean floor, clutching the scuba tank to my chest. Silence, except for the exaggerated echo of my breaths. Shafts of hazy, muted sunlight edge tantalisingly...
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alt="Catch and Release by Robyn Fraser"
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Catch and Release by Robyn Fraser
Sunrise, and a misty river. Three trout, hooked and thrown back. He preferred to fish humanely. Something glittered in the reeds. He reached for it, and metal teeth clamped over...
Catch and Release by Robyn Fraser
Sunrise, and a misty river. Three trout, hooked and thrown back. He preferred to fish humanely. Something glittered in the reeds. He reached for it, and metal teeth clamped over...
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alt="The Blue Cage by Patrick Shanley"
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The Blue Cage by Patrick Shanley
She could still hear the mournful calls of her kingdom, echoing through that grand, blue cathedral as the soft, pink hands of her captors ripped her from its halls. They...
The Blue Cage by Patrick Shanley
She could still hear the mournful calls of her kingdom, echoing through that grand, blue cathedral as the soft, pink hands of her captors ripped her from its halls. They...