Dark Moments
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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...
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alt="The Body Truck by Jason Hardy"
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The Body Truck by Jason Hardy
We find one slumped against a mailbox on Barrow, hand probing the machete notched broadside his skull. He brightens when he sees us; thinks we’re here to help. Larson helps...
The Body Truck by Jason Hardy
We find one slumped against a mailbox on Barrow, hand probing the machete notched broadside his skull. He brightens when he sees us; thinks we’re here to help. Larson helps...
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alt="Escaping Inferno by Renee Cronley"
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Escaping Inferno by Renee Cronley
Tonight, your locked doors are about as useful as mine were that night you came to me. In my heart I know the scent of the gasoline I’m painting your...
Escaping Inferno by Renee Cronley
Tonight, your locked doors are about as useful as mine were that night you came to me. In my heart I know the scent of the gasoline I’m painting your...
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alt="A Quiet Word with the Boss by L.J. McLeod"
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A Quiet Word with the Boss by L.J. McLeod
The blood was still warm where it coated her skin. Crimson beads dripped slowly from her hair. She had even gotten some in her mouth; it tasted salty and metallic....
A Quiet Word with the Boss by L.J. McLeod
The blood was still warm where it coated her skin. Crimson beads dripped slowly from her hair. She had even gotten some in her mouth; it tasted salty and metallic....
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alt="Liar, Liar by S. Jade Path"
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Liar, Liar by S. Jade Path
Frantically pulling against her bonds, Halle pleaded, "Please. Please, no." Her voice jumped an octave, "Why are you doing this?" "Why?" I crooned, grinning beneath the Purge mask. I splashed...
Liar, Liar by S. Jade Path
Frantically pulling against her bonds, Halle pleaded, "Please. Please, no." Her voice jumped an octave, "Why are you doing this?" "Why?" I crooned, grinning beneath the Purge mask. I splashed...
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alt="Clean Sheet by Pauline Yates"
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Clean Sheet by Pauline Yates
The Westridge football team walks the streets, searching for victims. The pre-season tradition—players can purge their sexual desires in a one-night fucking frenzy—has resulted in four consecutive premiership wins. No...
Clean Sheet by Pauline Yates
The Westridge football team walks the streets, searching for victims. The pre-season tradition—players can purge their sexual desires in a one-night fucking frenzy—has resulted in four consecutive premiership wins. No...
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alt="Whose Purge is it Anyway? by Tracy Davidson"
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Whose Purge is it Anyway? by Tracy Davidson
He had waited months for this night. Months of patient planning, honing weaponry skills, studying his primary target. During the purge, he would happily kill anyone crossing his path. He...
Whose Purge is it Anyway? by Tracy Davidson
He had waited months for this night. Months of patient planning, honing weaponry skills, studying his primary target. During the purge, he would happily kill anyone crossing his path. He...
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alt="Heavy Lifting by Marion Lougheed"
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Heavy Lifting by Marion Lougheed
Damien huffed as he worked his shovel. The night was cold against his flushed cheeks. He laid a diamond necklace on his growing pile of goods. Though dusty from the...
Heavy Lifting by Marion Lougheed
Damien huffed as he worked his shovel. The night was cold against his flushed cheeks. He laid a diamond necklace on his growing pile of goods. Though dusty from the...
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alt="Rule Three by N.E. Rule"
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Rule Three by N.E. Rule
"We've now covered the two rules to survive The Purge." Stanley announces. Taking his eyes away from the road, he smiles at Judy. "One, find shelter as far from the...
Rule Three by N.E. Rule
"We've now covered the two rules to survive The Purge." Stanley announces. Taking his eyes away from the road, he smiles at Judy. "One, find shelter as far from the...