Dark Moments
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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...
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alt="Visceral by Bernardo Villela"
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Visceral by Bernardo Villela
Malcolm awoke confused. Eyes stung from something acidic. In pitch blackness he groped for his phone. Flashlight on. A corrugated ceiling. No, a tunnel. He touched the floor. Not rocky,...
Visceral by Bernardo Villela
Malcolm awoke confused. Eyes stung from something acidic. In pitch blackness he groped for his phone. Flashlight on. A corrugated ceiling. No, a tunnel. He touched the floor. Not rocky,...
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alt="Under Your Skin by Brandi Hicks"
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Under Your Skin by Brandi Hicks
I skitter over skin, searching for the perfect spot. My host can’t see me as I dig through her dermis, but soon enough she’ll feel me. She’s done nothing wrong;...
Under Your Skin by Brandi Hicks
I skitter over skin, searching for the perfect spot. My host can’t see me as I dig through her dermis, but soon enough she’ll feel me. She’s done nothing wrong;...
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alt="In Control by Constantine E. Kiousis"
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In Control by Constantine E. Kiousis
The man stood at the edge of the precipice, staring solemnly at the angry tide below, a bottle of scotch dangling from his fingers. Even though it was asleep, he...
In Control by Constantine E. Kiousis
The man stood at the edge of the precipice, staring solemnly at the angry tide below, a bottle of scotch dangling from his fingers. Even though it was asleep, he...
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alt="The War Earth Won by Gary Smith Jr."
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The War Earth Won by Gary Smith Jr.
The world is a better place. Years ago, people abused her, taking resources that could never be replaced, giving back pollution, hate, and violence. The planet was the real winner...
The War Earth Won by Gary Smith Jr.
The world is a better place. Years ago, people abused her, taking resources that could never be replaced, giving back pollution, hate, and violence. The planet was the real winner...
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alt="The Most Natural Thing on Earth by Gemma Paul"
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The Most Natural Thing on Earth by Gemma Paul
It burns her insides, itching to get out. She clutches desperately at her throat and gags loudly—a deep, hoarse sound erupts from her lungs as she struggles to breathe. She...
The Most Natural Thing on Earth by Gemma Paul
It burns her insides, itching to get out. She clutches desperately at her throat and gags loudly—a deep, hoarse sound erupts from her lungs as she struggles to breathe. She...
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alt="Crawl by Sophie Wagner"
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Crawl by Sophie Wagner
“Please!” the hysterical mother shrieked. “You have to help her, she's going to die!” “Mrs,” the doctor replied. "We are doing everything we can. We've never seen anything like this...
Crawl by Sophie Wagner
“Please!” the hysterical mother shrieked. “You have to help her, she's going to die!” “Mrs,” the doctor replied. "We are doing everything we can. We've never seen anything like this...
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alt="Soul Fungus by Simon Clarke"
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Soul Fungus by Simon Clarke
Every day as darkness falls and the day’s echoes falter to silence, my existence slips further away. Primordial spores now infect my mind, connecting to a past that isn’t mine....
Soul Fungus by Simon Clarke
Every day as darkness falls and the day’s echoes falter to silence, my existence slips further away. Primordial spores now infect my mind, connecting to a past that isn’t mine....