Dark Moments
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alt="Bait by Constantine E. Kiousis"
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Bait by Constantine E. Kiousis
Tina swam towards the bluish glow—around her nothing but dark, cold water. Her mind in a fog, she tried to remember how she’d found herself here, but could only grasp...
Bait by Constantine E. Kiousis
Tina swam towards the bluish glow—around her nothing but dark, cold water. Her mind in a fog, she tried to remember how she’d found herself here, but could only grasp...
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alt="Clearest Water by Jake Jerome"
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Clearest Water by Jake Jerome
The travel brochure said these are the clearest waters in the world, and God, it’s true. I can see everything. The coral reefs. The fish whose species I’ll never know....
Clearest Water by Jake Jerome
The travel brochure said these are the clearest waters in the world, and God, it’s true. I can see everything. The coral reefs. The fish whose species I’ll never know....
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alt="Little Brother by Fiona M. Jones"
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Little Brother by Fiona M. Jones
The bad dreams started when he was a baby. He got eaten by wild animals, struck by lightning, he fell from terrible heights or drowned in deep water… and every...
Little Brother by Fiona M. Jones
The bad dreams started when he was a baby. He got eaten by wild animals, struck by lightning, he fell from terrible heights or drowned in deep water… and every...
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alt="Facade by Jo Mularczyk"
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Facade by Jo Mularczyk
“Look Mama, a mermaid!” The child’s shriek of wonder froze on her lips as the creature turned from its perch upon the rock. The golden tendrils the child had admired...
Facade by Jo Mularczyk
“Look Mama, a mermaid!” The child’s shriek of wonder froze on her lips as the creature turned from its perch upon the rock. The golden tendrils the child had admired...
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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...