Dark Moments
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alt="Midnight at the Gallows by McKenzie Richardson"
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Midnight at the Gallows by McKenzie Richardson
The corpse swings on its rope when my fingers wrap around its wrist. Tendons and muscles fray as I sever the flesh. Cracking bones, I saw through until the hand...
Midnight at the Gallows by McKenzie Richardson
The corpse swings on its rope when my fingers wrap around its wrist. Tendons and muscles fray as I sever the flesh. Cracking bones, I saw through until the hand...
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alt="Whitechapel Rain by Matthew Wilson"
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Whitechapel Rain by Matthew Wilson
I have had dark moments since I escaped that hospital filled with fools who didn't grasp my greatness, so I had to burn them. I wished to run into the...
Whitechapel Rain by Matthew Wilson
I have had dark moments since I escaped that hospital filled with fools who didn't grasp my greatness, so I had to burn them. I wished to run into the...
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alt="Author's Lament by K.T. Tate"
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Author's Lament by K.T. Tate
I just wanted a muse. Something unusual to fuel my writing. But that dusty tome with its ancient rites gave me more than that. It was not a muse summoned...
Author's Lament by K.T. Tate
I just wanted a muse. Something unusual to fuel my writing. But that dusty tome with its ancient rites gave me more than that. It was not a muse summoned...
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alt="Madeline by Joshua Gessner"
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Madeline by Joshua Gessner
I see a girl, hidden behind a curtain of trees, with poisoned lips and rotten teeth. Somewhere, in the pit of her, her heart is just as rotten. I believe...
Madeline by Joshua Gessner
I see a girl, hidden behind a curtain of trees, with poisoned lips and rotten teeth. Somewhere, in the pit of her, her heart is just as rotten. I believe...
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alt="A Successful Exorcism by Celestine Trinidad"
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A Successful Exorcism by Celestine Trinidad
Father Fernando kept on chanting prayers, ignoring the screams of the demon that possessed the boy. “You don’t know what this child is!” the demon shrieked. “Without me here to...
A Successful Exorcism by Celestine Trinidad
Father Fernando kept on chanting prayers, ignoring the screams of the demon that possessed the boy. “You don’t know what this child is!” the demon shrieked. “Without me here to...
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alt="We Can Only Fall by Callum Pearce"
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We Can Only Fall by Callum Pearce
Swept down from heaven on the wind of Satan's expulsion. My crime—merely witnessing dissent. I hurtled towards this filthy rock as flames ripped through my wings. In heaven, there was...
We Can Only Fall by Callum Pearce
Swept down from heaven on the wind of Satan's expulsion. My crime—merely witnessing dissent. I hurtled towards this filthy rock as flames ripped through my wings. In heaven, there was...
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alt="The Devourer by Warren Benedetto"
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The Devourer by Warren Benedetto
Maslowe stood absolutely still. Warm, rancid breath caressed the back of his neck. It had come for him. Abholos. The Devourer. Mist swirled around the thing, enshrouding it like unholy...
The Devourer by Warren Benedetto
Maslowe stood absolutely still. Warm, rancid breath caressed the back of his neck. It had come for him. Abholos. The Devourer. Mist swirled around the thing, enshrouding it like unholy...
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alt="On Thunderous Wings by Zoey Xolton"
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On Thunderous Wings by Zoey Xolton
The eldritch gods of the ever deep stir in the darkness from eternal sleep. The Void is silent save for a single scream, originating on Earth—a little girl’s dream. Devourers of...
On Thunderous Wings by Zoey Xolton
The eldritch gods of the ever deep stir in the darkness from eternal sleep. The Void is silent save for a single scream, originating on Earth—a little girl’s dream. Devourers of...
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alt="The Sound from the Moors by Joel R. Hunt"
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The Sound from the Moors by Joel R. Hunt
I cannot describe the sound that emanated from the moors all those years ago, nor speculate of its cause. All I can state with certainty is that it did not...
The Sound from the Moors by Joel R. Hunt
I cannot describe the sound that emanated from the moors all those years ago, nor speculate of its cause. All I can state with certainty is that it did not...
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alt="Enemies End by Karen Bayly"
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Enemies End by Karen Bayly
The great witch, Ophesia, sat leaning against an ancient oak. Even though her heart was drumming its final beats, she sensed his approach. “Come to mock my last minutes, Tarlin?...
Enemies End by Karen Bayly
The great witch, Ophesia, sat leaning against an ancient oak. Even though her heart was drumming its final beats, she sensed his approach. “Come to mock my last minutes, Tarlin?...
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alt="A Thousand Days by K.B. Elijah"
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A Thousand Days by K.B. Elijah
Red lips in a pale face, puckered in surprise. Tendrils of auburn hair haloing her head as if she dances underwater. Blue eyes wet with the first vestiges of shock,...
A Thousand Days by K.B. Elijah
Red lips in a pale face, puckered in surprise. Tendrils of auburn hair haloing her head as if she dances underwater. Blue eyes wet with the first vestiges of shock,...
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alt="Angel, Broken by Kelly Matsuura"
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Angel, Broken by Kelly Matsuura
“Don’t touch me!” Lailah waved Reuben away. Shame. Her emotions crackled and boiled, fighting for dominance. Reuben, always patient, held out a wet towel. “Let me wash your wounds, Love.”...
Angel, Broken by Kelly Matsuura
“Don’t touch me!” Lailah waved Reuben away. Shame. Her emotions crackled and boiled, fighting for dominance. Reuben, always patient, held out a wet towel. “Let me wash your wounds, Love.”...