Dark Moments
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alt="Excalibur’s Prelude by Dave Ring"
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Excalibur’s Prelude by Dave Ring
Emrys and Fatou le Fay had been practicing their lines in this damn cave for hours. Their first mission: find the stone, swap the swords, get out. “Stop fussing with...
Excalibur’s Prelude by Dave Ring
Emrys and Fatou le Fay had been practicing their lines in this damn cave for hours. Their first mission: find the stone, swap the swords, get out. “Stop fussing with...
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alt="Grandma's Gift by J.D. Bell"
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Grandma's Gift by J.D. Bell
Weathered hands work the long braid of the witch’s ladder with deft skill. “My dear grandmother taught me how to use this ladder.” Gnarled fingers tied the first of several...
Grandma's Gift by J.D. Bell
Weathered hands work the long braid of the witch’s ladder with deft skill. “My dear grandmother taught me how to use this ladder.” Gnarled fingers tied the first of several...
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alt="What Squirms Beneath by Paul Alex Gray"
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What Squirms Beneath by Paul Alex Gray
Chunks of muck splattered Ernie as he blasted the fatberg with his hose. “Bloody idiots,” he grumbled. “Flushing leftovers and nappies and God knows what down the drain. Here I...
What Squirms Beneath by Paul Alex Gray
Chunks of muck splattered Ernie as he blasted the fatberg with his hose. “Bloody idiots,” he grumbled. “Flushing leftovers and nappies and God knows what down the drain. Here I...
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alt="They Hang by John Saxton"
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They Hang by John Saxton
They hang; some in bunches, others alone. Umbilical cords connect to maternal branches. The progeny sway in the breeze. Sun bakes the forest floor. Footsteps! In soft grass. The man...
They Hang by John Saxton
They hang; some in bunches, others alone. Umbilical cords connect to maternal branches. The progeny sway in the breeze. Sun bakes the forest floor. Footsteps! In soft grass. The man...
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alt="Soul Food by Mike Murphy"
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Soul Food by Mike Murphy
The eternal soul fluttered about the bedroom, waiting for instructions either to return to Heaven or the dying man. Joel’s family clustered around his bed, the lights from the blinking...
Soul Food by Mike Murphy
The eternal soul fluttered about the bedroom, waiting for instructions either to return to Heaven or the dying man. Joel’s family clustered around his bed, the lights from the blinking...
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alt="Ghulskelche by Russell Hemmell"
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Ghulskelche by Russell Hemmell
"Welcome to The Morgue. At 5 pm, we serve tea. In the evening, different drinks." Kelly glanced at the barmaid. The nightclub, hosted in a deconsecrated church, was freezing cold,...
Ghulskelche by Russell Hemmell
"Welcome to The Morgue. At 5 pm, we serve tea. In the evening, different drinks." Kelly glanced at the barmaid. The nightclub, hosted in a deconsecrated church, was freezing cold,...
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alt="Learn by Belinda Brady"
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Learn by Belinda Brady
“Shapeshifters? Why are you reading about them? They’re not real,” my childhood friend, Joshua, scoffs. “You know me. I’m always learning something new,” I reply, glancing at the book on...
Learn by Belinda Brady
“Shapeshifters? Why are you reading about them? They’re not real,” my childhood friend, Joshua, scoffs. “You know me. I’m always learning something new,” I reply, glancing at the book on...
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alt="It's So Dark by Stephen Herczeg"
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It's So Dark by Stephen Herczeg
I wake. It’s dark. So dark. My bed is tight. Snug on both sides. I reach up. There’s something a few inches above me. It’s hard, but covered in soft...
It's So Dark by Stephen Herczeg
I wake. It’s dark. So dark. My bed is tight. Snug on both sides. I reach up. There’s something a few inches above me. It’s hard, but covered in soft...
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alt="The Rich, The Poor And When Earth's Time Is Up by Aditya Deshmukh"
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The Rich, The Poor And When Earth's Time Is Up ...
An ashamed sun drags itself up the smoky horizon. Humongous spaceships, built only for the rich, are leaving. The rich ones, the bright ones, the so-called pillars of the society,...
The Rich, The Poor And When Earth's Time Is Up ...
An ashamed sun drags itself up the smoky horizon. Humongous spaceships, built only for the rich, are leaving. The rich ones, the bright ones, the so-called pillars of the society,...
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alt="The Hot Bunk by Shawn M. Klimek"
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The Hot Bunk by Shawn M. Klimek
Lieutenant Kent ached. His leaden eyelids fluttered as he struggled to focus on the faces above him. “How are you feeling, Lieutenant?” asked Doctor Horn. “Dying,” Kent croaked. “The symbiote...
The Hot Bunk by Shawn M. Klimek
Lieutenant Kent ached. His leaden eyelids fluttered as he struggled to focus on the faces above him. “How are you feeling, Lieutenant?” asked Doctor Horn. “Dying,” Kent croaked. “The symbiote...
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alt="Quick Salvage by Eddie D. Moore"
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Quick Salvage by Eddie D. Moore
I found the derelict in a degrading orbit around the fourth planet. With more time, I might’ve salvaged the experimental craft, but the computer gave me a forty-five minute window...
Quick Salvage by Eddie D. Moore
I found the derelict in a degrading orbit around the fourth planet. With more time, I might’ve salvaged the experimental craft, but the computer gave me a forty-five minute window...
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alt="On the House by Colleen Anderson"
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On the House by Colleen Anderson
Jordan hated everything; wife left him for goddam grooming parlor, boss said he wasn’t meeting his quota. He’d show them quota. He stormed into a bar, each person’s face hidden...
On the House by Colleen Anderson
Jordan hated everything; wife left him for goddam grooming parlor, boss said he wasn’t meeting his quota. He’d show them quota. He stormed into a bar, each person’s face hidden...