Dark Moments
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alt="One Below by Tannis Mill"
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One Below by Tannis Mill
Gordon found ice-fishing relaxing. Despite the frigid temperatures, there was something peaceful about being alone on the vast, frozen lake, in utter silence save the groaning ice. His rod was...
One Below by Tannis Mill
Gordon found ice-fishing relaxing. Despite the frigid temperatures, there was something peaceful about being alone on the vast, frozen lake, in utter silence save the groaning ice. His rod was...
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alt="The Alert by P.J. Reed"
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The Alert by P.J. Reed
Three loud beeps woke Dave. The emergency alert flashed: Do not be alarmed. Everything is under control. He scratched his head. Outside the sounds of screeching tyres, shouts, crashes destroyed...
The Alert by P.J. Reed
Three loud beeps woke Dave. The emergency alert flashed: Do not be alarmed. Everything is under control. He scratched his head. Outside the sounds of screeching tyres, shouts, crashes destroyed...
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alt="Perfect Pitch by A.C. Turner"
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Perfect Pitch by A.C. Turner
The melody drifted from the crater behind Miller's farm—hauntingly beautiful, like angels singing. Hikers detoured miles to hear it, pressing their ears to the earth, eyes closed in pure bliss....
Perfect Pitch by A.C. Turner
The melody drifted from the crater behind Miller's farm—hauntingly beautiful, like angels singing. Hikers detoured miles to hear it, pressing their ears to the earth, eyes closed in pure bliss....
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alt="Tales from the Under the Bed Cafe by Kimberly Rei"
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Tales from the Under the Bed Cafe by Kimberly Rei
Tucked back on a side street, the hole-in-the-wall restaurant promised "the freshest sandwiches this side of the Veil!" I didn't know what the Veil was, but the rest sounded perfect....
Tales from the Under the Bed Cafe by Kimberly Rei
Tucked back on a side street, the hole-in-the-wall restaurant promised "the freshest sandwiches this side of the Veil!" I didn't know what the Veil was, but the rest sounded perfect....
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alt="Are You Coming? by Jessica Martel"
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Are You Coming? by Jessica Martel
Madison leaned over the hole, peering into the dark chasm, while Cassie shrank behind a tree. “Hello down there,” Madison’s voice echoed. On the last day of summer vacation, they...
Are You Coming? by Jessica Martel
Madison leaned over the hole, peering into the dark chasm, while Cassie shrank behind a tree. “Hello down there,” Madison’s voice echoed. On the last day of summer vacation, they...
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alt="Monster Under the Bed by Jeff Currier"
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Monster Under the Bed by Jeff Currier
“Where’s the little sneak?” her mother’s boyfriend snarled. Chloe slid further under her bed. “Chrissakes Zeke, she’s seven—wouldn’t steal your smelly socks,” her mother slurred. Chloe tossed crusty socks into...
Monster Under the Bed by Jeff Currier
“Where’s the little sneak?” her mother’s boyfriend snarled. Chloe slid further under her bed. “Chrissakes Zeke, she’s seven—wouldn’t steal your smelly socks,” her mother slurred. Chloe tossed crusty socks into...
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alt="Black Whip by Robin Braid"
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Black Whip by Robin Braid
“Looky here, sugar.” “What you got?” “This belonged to that infamous devil, Brandy Watts. My brother grabbed it when the posse gunned her down in Dregger Canyon.” He laid a...
Black Whip by Robin Braid
“Looky here, sugar.” “What you got?” “This belonged to that infamous devil, Brandy Watts. My brother grabbed it when the posse gunned her down in Dregger Canyon.” He laid a...
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alt="Ten Paces by Terence Gallagher"
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Ten Paces by Terence Gallagher
“Ten paces, then turn and shoot. Ten.” How did I get here? “Nine.” An argument with a fool in the saloon. “Eight.” All I wanted was to attract no notice,...
Ten Paces by Terence Gallagher
“Ten paces, then turn and shoot. Ten.” How did I get here? “Nine.” An argument with a fool in the saloon. “Eight.” All I wanted was to attract no notice,...
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alt="Dead Man's Hand by Grace Quon"
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Dead Man's Hand by Grace Quon
Days later, I was the last one alive. The crimson from Jack’s slashed neck had dried on the tabletop. Cody hung from the rafters, body drifting in a non-existent breeze....
Dead Man's Hand by Grace Quon
Days later, I was the last one alive. The crimson from Jack’s slashed neck had dried on the tabletop. Cody hung from the rafters, body drifting in a non-existent breeze....
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alt="The Devil Draws First by Glen Creed"
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The Devil Draws First by Glen Creed
Folks swore Jonas Kane was the fastest alive. Truth was, his Shadow fired first—quicker than a rattler’s strike, killing before flesh touched iron. Kane tried to walk away. The challengers...
The Devil Draws First by Glen Creed
Folks swore Jonas Kane was the fastest alive. Truth was, his Shadow fired first—quicker than a rattler’s strike, killing before flesh touched iron. Kane tried to walk away. The challengers...
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alt="Campfire Cuisine by Randall Andrews"
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Campfire Cuisine by Randall Andrews
“The rabbits is so thick out west,” Eugene said across the campfire, “you’ll be runnin’ ‘em over with the wagon. Remember when they told us that?” In response came a...
Campfire Cuisine by Randall Andrews
“The rabbits is so thick out west,” Eugene said across the campfire, “you’ll be runnin’ ‘em over with the wagon. Remember when they told us that?” In response came a...
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alt="Frying Pan, Fire by Dawn DeBraal"
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Frying Pan, Fire by Dawn DeBraal
Cal urged his horse through the desert sandstorm, seeking shelter. His mount was frightened, so he gave Buck over to animal instinct. The paint turned south until the horse came...
Frying Pan, Fire by Dawn DeBraal
Cal urged his horse through the desert sandstorm, seeking shelter. His mount was frightened, so he gave Buck over to animal instinct. The paint turned south until the horse came...