Dark Moments
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alt="Needing to Forget by David Green"
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Needing to Forget by David Green
“Why?” Ruby muttered to Nick. They knelt beside the sleeping Suraz, his raven hair encrusted with filth and grease. Scabs and sores covered the Nephilim’s obsidian skin. Track marks lined...
Needing to Forget by David Green
“Why?” Ruby muttered to Nick. They knelt beside the sleeping Suraz, his raven hair encrusted with filth and grease. Scabs and sores covered the Nephilim’s obsidian skin. Track marks lined...
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alt="Fragile by Evan Baughfman"
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Fragile by Evan Baughfman
Glass slippers sparkled on Cinderella’s feet. “They’re beautiful! Perfect! Thank you!” “Hurry along, now,” urged Fairy Godmother. “Shouldn’t be late for the ball!” Cinderella stepped towards the pumpkin carriage. The...
Fragile by Evan Baughfman
Glass slippers sparkled on Cinderella’s feet. “They’re beautiful! Perfect! Thank you!” “Hurry along, now,” urged Fairy Godmother. “Shouldn’t be late for the ball!” Cinderella stepped towards the pumpkin carriage. The...
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alt="Stormy Little Dream Stealer by Hari Navarro"
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Stormy Little Dream Stealer by Hari Navarro
I felt the impact as she landed in our bed. That sickly hollow plunge common to nightmares in which we fall but never land. It was sometime after the birth...
Stormy Little Dream Stealer by Hari Navarro
I felt the impact as she landed in our bed. That sickly hollow plunge common to nightmares in which we fall but never land. It was sometime after the birth...
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alt="Oil Slick by Evan Baughfman"
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Oil Slick by Evan Baughfman
Glistening, black goo coated the surface of the penguins’ pool. Albino birds huddled, squawked on land. Though blind, the gentle giants could sense the presence of something unnatural. I thrust...
Oil Slick by Evan Baughfman
Glistening, black goo coated the surface of the penguins’ pool. Albino birds huddled, squawked on land. Though blind, the gentle giants could sense the presence of something unnatural. I thrust...
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alt="Brew for Two by Clint Foster"
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Brew for Two by Clint Foster
The thing about potions is, it doesn’t matter who makes them or what their intention is. A drop of jellied brain, a twist of peeled tongue, some blood flakes. You...
Brew for Two by Clint Foster
The thing about potions is, it doesn’t matter who makes them or what their intention is. A drop of jellied brain, a twist of peeled tongue, some blood flakes. You...
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alt="What He Deserves by Heather Ewings"
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What He Deserves by Heather Ewings
“I brought what you wanted.” Brown with age, the playing cards cost a small fortune and a whole weekend scouring the city's antique shops. The witch shuffles the pack and...
What He Deserves by Heather Ewings
“I brought what you wanted.” Brown with age, the playing cards cost a small fortune and a whole weekend scouring the city's antique shops. The witch shuffles the pack and...
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alt="Water on Canvas by James S. Austin"
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Water on Canvas by James S. Austin
Standing in the newly acquired estate, a painting captured my attention. It held me in rapture. Moving closer, my eyes drew to the galleon at its centre. The sails taut,...
Water on Canvas by James S. Austin
Standing in the newly acquired estate, a painting captured my attention. It held me in rapture. Moving closer, my eyes drew to the galleon at its centre. The sails taut,...
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alt="Insolence by Jesse Highsmith"
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Insolence by Jesse Highsmith
Richard's ears crackled loudly in the bubbling pot. They bobbed and swirled around the heart, fingers, and toes of the man who once shared my bed. I reserved my favourite...
Insolence by Jesse Highsmith
Richard's ears crackled loudly in the bubbling pot. They bobbed and swirled around the heart, fingers, and toes of the man who once shared my bed. I reserved my favourite...
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alt="The Many Lives of Miss Creant by Chris Hewitt"
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The Many Lives of Miss Creant by Chris Hewitt
Every young witch needs the protection of a good familiar, and Tara received hers on her fifth birthday. Miss Creant, Missy for short, was the blackest of black cats, and...
The Many Lives of Miss Creant by Chris Hewitt
Every young witch needs the protection of a good familiar, and Tara received hers on her fifth birthday. Miss Creant, Missy for short, was the blackest of black cats, and...
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alt="Brothers by Chris Bannor"
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Brothers by Chris Bannor
The night rumbled its greeting as the body streaked through the atmosphere. Lightning flashed across the sky, and thunder heralded its downward descent. Few who saw it would know what...
Brothers by Chris Bannor
The night rumbled its greeting as the body streaked through the atmosphere. Lightning flashed across the sky, and thunder heralded its downward descent. Few who saw it would know what...
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alt="Dunwich Desires by Beth W. Patterson"
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Dunwich Desires by Beth W. Patterson
“Looks aren’t everything” is sometimes the kindest thing a person feels he or she can say. Society deemed me deformed and inbred, horrified by my colour. I often walked through...
Dunwich Desires by Beth W. Patterson
“Looks aren’t everything” is sometimes the kindest thing a person feels he or she can say. Society deemed me deformed and inbred, horrified by my colour. I often walked through...
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alt="The Darkness Ahead by Brianna Witte"
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The Darkness Ahead by Brianna Witte
They came for me—pitchforks sharpened and torches glowing in the dead of night. I stood in front of my wood cabin, watching the townspeople march closer. Closer to the witch...
The Darkness Ahead by Brianna Witte
They came for me—pitchforks sharpened and torches glowing in the dead of night. I stood in front of my wood cabin, watching the townspeople march closer. Closer to the witch...