Dark Moments
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alt="12 Drummers Drumming by Rowanne S. Carberry"
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12 Drummers Drumming by Rowanne S. Carberry
Claire runs faster. Heart beating louder than the drumming that surrounds her. Shadows move closer, the drumming more insistent. Eyes blur with tears, sweat stings her skin, their faces flash...
12 Drummers Drumming by Rowanne S. Carberry
Claire runs faster. Heart beating louder than the drumming that surrounds her. Shadows move closer, the drumming more insistent. Eyes blur with tears, sweat stings her skin, their faces flash...
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alt="Eleven Pipers Piping by Karter Mycroft"
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Eleven Pipers Piping by Karter Mycroft
I raise my flute with trembling hands, rattling my shackles. The others blow in harmony, all shivering, some crying as we slog through another piece. The man holding the chains...
Eleven Pipers Piping by Karter Mycroft
I raise my flute with trembling hands, rattling my shackles. The others blow in harmony, all shivering, some crying as we slog through another piece. The man holding the chains...
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alt="Tenth Day by R.J. Hunt"
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Tenth Day by R.J. Hunt
On the Tenth Day of Christmas, my lover took my hands. Led me into a pitch-black room, revealed her festive plans. At first I thought my dizziness caused by heavy...
Tenth Day by R.J. Hunt
On the Tenth Day of Christmas, my lover took my hands. Led me into a pitch-black room, revealed her festive plans. At first I thought my dizziness caused by heavy...
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alt="Nine Ladies Dancing by D.M. Burdett"
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Nine Ladies Dancing by D.M. Burdett
She dances for him; en pointe, lightly skimming the dark wood of the tabletop. “Enchanting, Number Eight,” he whispers huskily. He watches from the shadows, hooded eyes black as a...
Nine Ladies Dancing by D.M. Burdett
She dances for him; en pointe, lightly skimming the dark wood of the tabletop. “Enchanting, Number Eight,” he whispers huskily. He watches from the shadows, hooded eyes black as a...
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alt="Eight Maids A-milking by Susanne Thomas"
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Eight Maids A-milking by Susanne Thomas
Trina and Carla sat at the bottom of the tree. Their axes rested next to them, glinting and sharp in twinkling lights from the festive decorations. They had two minutes...
Eight Maids A-milking by Susanne Thomas
Trina and Carla sat at the bottom of the tree. Their axes rested next to them, glinting and sharp in twinkling lights from the festive decorations. They had two minutes...
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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...