Dark Moments
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alt="On the Feast of Stephen by Jean Martin"
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On the Feast of Stephen by Jean Martin
Under the old king, it would have been the Feast of Stephen, the second day of Christmas. But our new king took us back to the Old Gods and the...
On the Feast of Stephen by Jean Martin
Under the old king, it would have been the Feast of Stephen, the second day of Christmas. But our new king took us back to the Old Gods and the...
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alt="Cookies for Santa Claws by Chanelle Loftness"
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Cookies for Santa Claws by Chanelle Loftness
"You better not cry," the creature croons. I lie on the kitchen table. The Christmas lights that bind me dig into my skin. They send colours dancing across the kitchen’s...
Cookies for Santa Claws by Chanelle Loftness
"You better not cry," the creature croons. I lie on the kitchen table. The Christmas lights that bind me dig into my skin. They send colours dancing across the kitchen’s...
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alt="Carrion by Rich Rurshell"
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Carrion by Rich Rurshell
On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me, four colly birds… If true, then Mother Nature is my true love. I won’t argue with that. I...
Carrion by Rich Rurshell
On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me, four colly birds… If true, then Mother Nature is my true love. I won’t argue with that. I...
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alt="Yule Dig It! by Steven Holding"
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Yule Dig It! by Steven Holding
He loathed the season of goodwill, but festive choirs congregating upon his doorstep really got his goat. Red-cheeked warblers, arriving unannounced, expecting pennies for their impromptu performance! Dozing, jarring harmonies...
Yule Dig It! by Steven Holding
He loathed the season of goodwill, but festive choirs congregating upon his doorstep really got his goat. Red-cheeked warblers, arriving unannounced, expecting pennies for their impromptu performance! Dozing, jarring harmonies...
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alt="Up on the Rooftop by Warren Benedetto"
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Up on the Rooftop by Warren Benedetto
There was something on the roof. The children huddled behind the couch, their tearful eyes glistening in the warm glow of the Christmas lights. The house shook with each heavy...
Up on the Rooftop by Warren Benedetto
There was something on the roof. The children huddled behind the couch, their tearful eyes glistening in the warm glow of the Christmas lights. The house shook with each heavy...
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alt="Seven Swans A-Swimming by Ali House"
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Seven Swans A-Swimming by Ali House
Chloe awoke touching something wet. As the fog clouding her mind lifted, she realised that the floor she was lying on was covered with an inch of water. The room...
Seven Swans A-Swimming by Ali House
Chloe awoke touching something wet. As the fog clouding her mind lifted, she realised that the floor she was lying on was covered with an inch of water. The room...
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alt="Under the Mistletoe by Amber M. Simpson"
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Under the Mistletoe by Amber M. Simpson
Aaron held Mia in his arms, slow dancing across his candlelit living room to Bing Crosby’s “White Christmas.” Her head rested on his shoulder, long hair cascading down his arm....
Under the Mistletoe by Amber M. Simpson
Aaron held Mia in his arms, slow dancing across his candlelit living room to Bing Crosby’s “White Christmas.” Her head rested on his shoulder, long hair cascading down his arm....
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alt="Nine Ladies Dancing by Charlotte Langtree"
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Nine Ladies Dancing by Charlotte Langtree
They mesmerised him, nine beautiful women seducing him with every spin and flash of bare legs. He was the last man in the club but he didn’t care; he had...
Nine Ladies Dancing by Charlotte Langtree
They mesmerised him, nine beautiful women seducing him with every spin and flash of bare legs. He was the last man in the club but he didn’t care; he had...
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alt="Ten Lords Tumbling by Kimberly Rei"
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Ten Lords Tumbling by Kimberly Rei
The mall was three storeys tall, with a spacious central opening and a gathering area at the bottom. The first man to crash down landed as the relentlessly joyful Christmas...
Ten Lords Tumbling by Kimberly Rei
The mall was three storeys tall, with a spacious central opening and a gathering area at the bottom. The first man to crash down landed as the relentlessly joyful Christmas...
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alt="The Madman’s Song by Darlene Holt"
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The Madman’s Song by Darlene Holt
“On the twelfth night of Christmas, my killer gave to me: twelve hours stalking, eleven haunting phone calls, ten severed fingers, nine pleas for mercy, eight ripped out teeth, seven...
The Madman’s Song by Darlene Holt
“On the twelfth night of Christmas, my killer gave to me: twelve hours stalking, eleven haunting phone calls, ten severed fingers, nine pleas for mercy, eight ripped out teeth, seven...
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alt="Twelve Drums by Maxine Churchman"
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Twelve Drums by Maxine Churchman
The drums sounded sweet. Jack said he would show me how he got those wonderful tones. An extractor fan whirred and clanked ineffectually against the putrid smell in the chilly...
Twelve Drums by Maxine Churchman
The drums sounded sweet. Jack said he would show me how he got those wonderful tones. An extractor fan whirred and clanked ineffectually against the putrid smell in the chilly...
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alt="Bot Flies by Lynne Phillips"
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Bot Flies by Lynne Phillips
Zacji didn’t feel the bites, but as his body heated, his arm began to itch. Hundreds of tiny larvae wriggled in waves under his skin emerging through his pores, their...
Bot Flies by Lynne Phillips
Zacji didn’t feel the bites, but as his body heated, his arm began to itch. Hundreds of tiny larvae wriggled in waves under his skin emerging through his pores, their...