Dark Moments
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alt="Bartender Lobotomist by Jodie Angell"
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Bartender Lobotomist by Jodie Angell
A sharp wind whistled through the forest. The abandoned bar’s shutters rattled. Leaves fluttered through the open door to join the broken glass. Fluorescent light flickered. A blown transformer snuffed...
Bartender Lobotomist by Jodie Angell
A sharp wind whistled through the forest. The abandoned bar’s shutters rattled. Leaves fluttered through the open door to join the broken glass. Fluorescent light flickered. A blown transformer snuffed...
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alt="The Diner by Tracy Davidson"
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The Diner by Tracy Davidson
Manager and monster struck a truce. It was easy enough, in an out-of-town diner, to drug an on-foot drifter or a hitcher in between rides. Easier still to escort them...
The Diner by Tracy Davidson
Manager and monster struck a truce. It was easy enough, in an out-of-town diner, to drug an on-foot drifter or a hitcher in between rides. Easier still to escort them...
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alt="Last Words by John Lane"
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Last Words by John Lane
With zombie apocalypse nonstop on mainstream news, Don, terminal manager for Moe’s Truck Stop, unplugged the television. Greg Watson staggered inside, repeatedly mumbling, “I can’t do this anymore.” Outside stood...
Last Words by John Lane
With zombie apocalypse nonstop on mainstream news, Don, terminal manager for Moe’s Truck Stop, unplugged the television. Greg Watson staggered inside, repeatedly mumbling, “I can’t do this anymore.” Outside stood...
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alt="Full Service by Andrew McDonald"
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Full Service by Andrew McDonald
It was 3 a.m. when the 18-wheeler pulled into Phil’s twenty-four seven rest stop. Phil’s was a massive and all-encompassing set up—restaurant and store, gas pumps, car wash, efficiency units and showers—basically...
Full Service by Andrew McDonald
It was 3 a.m. when the 18-wheeler pulled into Phil’s twenty-four seven rest stop. Phil’s was a massive and all-encompassing set up—restaurant and store, gas pumps, car wash, efficiency units and showers—basically...
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alt="Overgrown by Jodi Jensen"
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Overgrown by Jodi Jensen
“Would you look at this…” Ignoring the weeds growing in an abandoned truck at the derelict rest stop, Randall slid into the driver’s seat and gripped the gear shifter. “It’s...
Overgrown by Jodi Jensen
“Would you look at this…” Ignoring the weeds growing in an abandoned truck at the derelict rest stop, Randall slid into the driver’s seat and gripped the gear shifter. “It’s...
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alt="Safe Haven by Michelle Brett"
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Safe Haven by Michelle Brett
“Call an ambulance. Someone’s been hurt.” Marcus burst through the doors of the gas station; the bright lights irritating his eyes. He laid Mary down on the tiles and pressed...
Safe Haven by Michelle Brett
“Call an ambulance. Someone’s been hurt.” Marcus burst through the doors of the gas station; the bright lights irritating his eyes. He laid Mary down on the tiles and pressed...
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alt="Black Dog by L.J. McLeod"
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Black Dog by L.J. McLeod
He’d heard other truckers talk about the black dog, but this was ridiculous. The fluffy mutt between him and his truck could’ve fit in his hand. It cocked its head...
Black Dog by L.J. McLeod
He’d heard other truckers talk about the black dog, but this was ridiculous. The fluffy mutt between him and his truck could’ve fit in his hand. It cocked its head...
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alt="Scrapple by Warren Benedetto"
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Scrapple by Warren Benedetto
“I’ll have the scrapple,” I said. The waitress glanced at the fist-sized bruise on my arm, then at Mike. I nodded. She jotted on her pad. “Coffee.” Mike thrust the...
Scrapple by Warren Benedetto
“I’ll have the scrapple,” I said. The waitress glanced at the fist-sized bruise on my arm, then at Mike. I nodded. She jotted on her pad. “Coffee.” Mike thrust the...
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alt="The Lay-By by Liam Hogan"
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The Lay-By by Liam Hogan
I don't like to stop. The cab fulfils my needs, from somewhere to sleep, to food and drink: coffee and instant noodles, a travelling kettle serving for both. But you...
The Lay-By by Liam Hogan
I don't like to stop. The cab fulfils my needs, from somewhere to sleep, to food and drink: coffee and instant noodles, a travelling kettle serving for both. But you...
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alt="Little Truck Stop on the Prairie by Jameson Grey"
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Little Truck Stop on the Prairie by Jameson Grey
Gunnars Diner [sic] reeked of rank meat—like the fridge was broken or the sous-chef hadn’t checked the expiry dates. Sous-chef? Marilyn wondered. Did middle-of-nowhere greasy spoons even have them? Her Freightliner...
Little Truck Stop on the Prairie by Jameson Grey
Gunnars Diner [sic] reeked of rank meat—like the fridge was broken or the sous-chef hadn’t checked the expiry dates. Sous-chef? Marilyn wondered. Did middle-of-nowhere greasy spoons even have them? Her Freightliner...
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alt="One More for the Road by Blaise Langlois"
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One More for the Road by Blaise Langlois
Route 37 at night is a lonely stretch. My eyelids feel the weight of sleep, but the next exit promises 24-hour coffee. The car lot, bathed in a sick, yellow...
One More for the Road by Blaise Langlois
Route 37 at night is a lonely stretch. My eyelids feel the weight of sleep, but the next exit promises 24-hour coffee. The car lot, bathed in a sick, yellow...