Dark Moments
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alt="Death for Christmas by Cassandra Angler"
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Death for Christmas by Cassandra Angler
On the seventh day of Christmas, my father stinks of drink, in and out of consciousness. My mother’s severed head rots in the kitchen sink. Blood once bright and flowing,...
Death for Christmas by Cassandra Angler
On the seventh day of Christmas, my father stinks of drink, in and out of consciousness. My mother’s severed head rots in the kitchen sink. Blood once bright and flowing,...
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alt="Arena of Shadows – Six Body-Parts Bleeding… by John Saxton"
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Arena of Shadows – Six Body-Parts Bleeding… by...
A dark shed: arena of shadows. A heavyset man carefully wraps a severed leg, placing it alongside other limbs. He adds a bright bow, before wiping bloody hands in matted...
Arena of Shadows – Six Body-Parts Bleeding… by...
A dark shed: arena of shadows. A heavyset man carefully wraps a severed leg, placing it alongside other limbs. He adds a bright bow, before wiping bloody hands in matted...
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alt="Five Golden Rings by Joel R. Hunt"
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Five Golden Rings by Joel R. Hunt
On the fifth day of Christmas my true love gave to me five golden rings. I don’t think she meant to. I’d found a similar package under our bed the...
Five Golden Rings by Joel R. Hunt
On the fifth day of Christmas my true love gave to me five golden rings. I don’t think she meant to. I’d found a similar package under our bed the...
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alt="Love Santa by Kimberly Rei"
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Love Santa by Kimberly Rei
The first gift arrived by courier. The note simply read, "Your Secret Santa is eager to meet you." The second gift was waiting at home the next day, hanging from...
Love Santa by Kimberly Rei
The first gift arrived by courier. The note simply read, "Your Secret Santa is eager to meet you." The second gift was waiting at home the next day, hanging from...
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alt="Dinner for Three by J.W. Garrett"
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Dinner for Three by J.W. Garrett
A sticky red paste covered the cook who’d gone to whack off the heads of the three hens, his entrails now picked clean. But the trio was still hungry. Poking...
Dinner for Three by J.W. Garrett
A sticky red paste covered the cook who’d gone to whack off the heads of the three hens, his entrails now picked clean. But the trio was still hungry. Poking...
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alt="The 2nd Day by Jason Holden"
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The 2nd Day by Jason Holden
I’d seen the news. It’s all over Facebook, Twitter, you name it. There’s a killer out there. The twelve days killer, they call him. He sends the item through the...
The 2nd Day by Jason Holden
I’d seen the news. It’s all over Facebook, Twitter, you name it. There’s a killer out there. The twelve days killer, they call him. He sends the item through the...
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alt="The First Day of Christmas by R.A. Goli"
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The First Day of Christmas by R.A. Goli
Jonah woke, drenched in sweat, heart thumping. He’d dreamt of a killer, hacking up body parts. He wiped his sticky hands on the bedcover, leaving red smears. There was blood...
The First Day of Christmas by R.A. Goli
Jonah woke, drenched in sweat, heart thumping. He’d dreamt of a killer, hacking up body parts. He wiped his sticky hands on the bedcover, leaving red smears. There was blood...
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alt="Eye of Phone by Liam Hogan"
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Eye of Phone by Liam Hogan
“When shall we three meet again?” There was silence as they unzipped metal mesh bags and pulled out smartphones. It would be wrong to claim occultists don’t move with the...
Eye of Phone by Liam Hogan
“When shall we three meet again?” There was silence as they unzipped metal mesh bags and pulled out smartphones. It would be wrong to claim occultists don’t move with the...
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alt="The Kid Who Hates Baseball by Alanna Robertson-Webb"
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The Kid Who Hates Baseball by Alanna Robertson-...
I love coaching little league. It's such a fun experience to watch the team improve each season, and I enjoy helping them develop their skills. One fifth grader,...
The Kid Who Hates Baseball by Alanna Robertson-...
I love coaching little league. It's such a fun experience to watch the team improve each season, and I enjoy helping them develop their skills. One fifth grader,...
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alt="Under the Bed by A.R. Dean"
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Under the Bed by A.R. Dean
Bedtime was here again. Billy shook in fear. The scratching came from under the bed. He pulled the covers up high as the creature climbed out from beneath. Long fangs...
Under the Bed by A.R. Dean
Bedtime was here again. Billy shook in fear. The scratching came from under the bed. He pulled the covers up high as the creature climbed out from beneath. Long fangs...
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alt="Dying With Laughter by Tracy Davidson"
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Dying With Laughter by Tracy Davidson
If you’re gonna die, die laughing, that’s what I always say. I make sure all my clients go out that way. I prefer to call them ‘clients.’ It sounds so much...
Dying With Laughter by Tracy Davidson
If you’re gonna die, die laughing, that’s what I always say. I make sure all my clients go out that way. I prefer to call them ‘clients.’ It sounds so much...
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alt="The Probe by Colleen Anderson"
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The Probe by Colleen Anderson
Frank awoke, staring into the large, green faceted eyes of a pale grey alien. He shrieked, scrabbling backward on the steel table where he had been lying. The creature held...
The Probe by Colleen Anderson
Frank awoke, staring into the large, green faceted eyes of a pale grey alien. He shrieked, scrabbling backward on the steel table where he had been lying. The creature held...