Dark Moments
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The Abhartach's Thirst by Andrew Kurtz
The Abhartach rose from his grave again. We buried him three times, and each night he returned. He took my brother first. I found him drained in the stable, throat...
The Abhartach's Thirst by Andrew Kurtz
The Abhartach rose from his grave again. We buried him three times, and each night he returned. He took my brother first. I found him drained in the stable, throat...
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alt="Out of His Depth by Bridget Holland"
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Out of His Depth by Bridget Holland
“It’s freezing.” “Just a quick dip.” Dark, liquid eyes teased above her curves. She ran naked across the beach. Wind-tossed hair and sun-kissed curves disappeared into the spray of the...
Out of His Depth by Bridget Holland
“It’s freezing.” “Just a quick dip.” Dark, liquid eyes teased above her curves. She ran naked across the beach. Wind-tossed hair and sun-kissed curves disappeared into the spray of the...
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alt="Caoineadh by Reuben Paul"
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Caoineadh by Reuben Paul
The wail dragged Eamon from sleep, thin as glass yet heavy with grief. He followed it through the mist to the graveyard, heart pounding. An old woman stood there, grey...
Caoineadh by Reuben Paul
The wail dragged Eamon from sleep, thin as glass yet heavy with grief. He followed it through the mist to the graveyard, heart pounding. An old woman stood there, grey...
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alt="The Dullahan by Avery Hunter"
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The Dullahan by Avery Hunter
Fog thickened over the narrow road as Maeve urged her mare home. Hooves echoed behind—slow, deliberate. She turned, breath snagging. A rider approached, head cradled in its arm, eyes glowing...
The Dullahan by Avery Hunter
Fog thickened over the narrow road as Maeve urged her mare home. Hooves echoed behind—slow, deliberate. She turned, breath snagging. A rider approached, head cradled in its arm, eyes glowing...
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alt="Caife na Sídhe by Scott O'Neill"
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Caife na Sídhe by Scott O'Neill
Niall had avoided our writers’ group since scoring his book deal. When I spied him skulking into a grotty cafe, I followed. He hunched at a cable-spool table, typing feverishly....
Caife na Sídhe by Scott O'Neill
Niall had avoided our writers’ group since scoring his book deal. When I spied him skulking into a grotty cafe, I followed. He hunched at a cable-spool table, typing feverishly....
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alt="The Fairy Rath by A.C. Turner"
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The Fairy Rath by A.C. Turner
The old woman begged me not to sell. I laughed in her face. When they bulldozed the rath, the foreman hesitated at the lone hawthorn. I grabbed the axe. “Superstitious...
The Fairy Rath by A.C. Turner
The old woman begged me not to sell. I laughed in her face. When they bulldozed the rath, the foreman hesitated at the lone hawthorn. I grabbed the axe. “Superstitious...
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alt="Sign of the Banshee by Richard Lau"
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Sign of the Banshee by Richard Lau
“I know who you are,” said Paddy O’Neil to the banshee, “and I’m not afraid.” The dark fairy, cloaked as an elderly woman, opened its mouth. “Save it,” advised Paddy....
Sign of the Banshee by Richard Lau
“I know who you are,” said Paddy O’Neil to the banshee, “and I’m not afraid.” The dark fairy, cloaked as an elderly woman, opened its mouth. “Save it,” advised Paddy....
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alt="Do You See the Flames? by Paul Lewthwaite"
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Do You See the Flames? by Paul Lewthwaite
The holes in the ancient, stained boulder—marking the site of an infamous witch burning—were like empty eye sockets, beckoning and beguiling. Against protocol, I let Andy, our junior historian, take...
Do You See the Flames? by Paul Lewthwaite
The holes in the ancient, stained boulder—marking the site of an infamous witch burning—were like empty eye sockets, beckoning and beguiling. Against protocol, I let Andy, our junior historian, take...
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alt="How Dominique Got Their Glass Eye by Nina Miller"
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How Dominique Got Their Glass Eye by Nina Miller
’Twas just a pinhole at first. A blind spot fixed within my vision as headaches pulsed, ravaged. Doctors weren’t concerned, though it grew each day. Stretched open by something within....
How Dominique Got Their Glass Eye by Nina Miller
’Twas just a pinhole at first. A blind spot fixed within my vision as headaches pulsed, ravaged. Doctors weren’t concerned, though it grew each day. Stretched open by something within....
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alt="They Lurk Underneath by Andrew Kurtz"
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They Lurk Underneath by Andrew Kurtz
The holes appeared overnight, perfect circles boring through Stacy Wright's palms like cigarette burns through silk. By morning, something writhed beneath the inflamed, weeping edges. She tried tweezers first, then...
They Lurk Underneath by Andrew Kurtz
The holes appeared overnight, perfect circles boring through Stacy Wright's palms like cigarette burns through silk. By morning, something writhed beneath the inflamed, weeping edges. She tried tweezers first, then...
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alt="Lose Weight Fast! by Spring Chenjp"
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Lose Weight Fast! by Spring Chenjp
I eye the package I ordered, and then Momma’s hand-me-down prom dress, slinky satin, size two. Three decades she kept it pressed and pristine for me, never mind I haven’t...
Lose Weight Fast! by Spring Chenjp
I eye the package I ordered, and then Momma’s hand-me-down prom dress, slinky satin, size two. Three decades she kept it pressed and pristine for me, never mind I haven’t...
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alt="Going Extinct by Wyatt Roberts"
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Going Extinct by Wyatt Roberts
Red and blue sirens lit the night like a solar flare. There were at least thirty of us digging. The bastard is taunting me. His latest letter read: Detective Briggs,...
Going Extinct by Wyatt Roberts
Red and blue sirens lit the night like a solar flare. There were at least thirty of us digging. The bastard is taunting me. His latest letter read: Detective Briggs,...