Dark Moments
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alt="Reflections by Lynne Lumsden Green"
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Reflections by Lynne Lumsden Green
My friend Ben and I loved jumping in puddles; our mothers despaired of our damp and muddy clothes. One day, Ben jumped into a puddle on the footpath and sank...
Reflections by Lynne Lumsden Green
My friend Ben and I loved jumping in puddles; our mothers despaired of our damp and muddy clothes. One day, Ben jumped into a puddle on the footpath and sank...
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alt="AA by Shane Sinjun"
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AA by Shane Sinjun
“Welcome to AA,” the convenor says. “Please, share.” I suck in a breath, shut my eyes, and shrug off my coat. Air teases my insectile left arm, folded against me...
AA by Shane Sinjun
“Welcome to AA,” the convenor says. “Please, share.” I suck in a breath, shut my eyes, and shrug off my coat. Air teases my insectile left arm, folded against me...
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alt="We’ll Always Have Venus by Shawn M. Klimek"
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We’ll Always Have Venus by Shawn M. Klimek
To humanity’s great relief, the aliens who had arrived by warp-gate were not conquerors, but law-abiding capitalists who had come hoping to develop our system’s underutilized real estate. In exchange...
We’ll Always Have Venus by Shawn M. Klimek
To humanity’s great relief, the aliens who had arrived by warp-gate were not conquerors, but law-abiding capitalists who had come hoping to develop our system’s underutilized real estate. In exchange...
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alt="Hand by Belinda Brady"
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Hand by Belinda Brady
“Fancy a drink?” Dave asks. “I’m teleconferencing with head office soon, so not tonight,” Jillian replies. “Don’t work too hard then.” He smiles, exiting the gazebo with a laugh. The...
Hand by Belinda Brady
“Fancy a drink?” Dave asks. “I’m teleconferencing with head office soon, so not tonight,” Jillian replies. “Don’t work too hard then.” He smiles, exiting the gazebo with a laugh. The...
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alt="Quietus by Chitra Gopalakrishnan"
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Quietus by Chitra Gopalakrishnan
Release travels to me through the icy waters of my beloved river Beas. Not drenched in apprehension but in lightness. As I wade across its blue-green, glassy waters, head down,...
Quietus by Chitra Gopalakrishnan
Release travels to me through the icy waters of my beloved river Beas. Not drenched in apprehension but in lightness. As I wade across its blue-green, glassy waters, head down,...
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alt="The Carrion Maven by Casey Douglass"
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The Carrion Maven by Casey Douglass
It seeps through the streets like a pressure wave, its higher dimensional traversal sending billowing ripples of aether amongst the massed crowd. It probes their glowing minds. Myriad carnival light-bulbs...
The Carrion Maven by Casey Douglass
It seeps through the streets like a pressure wave, its higher dimensional traversal sending billowing ripples of aether amongst the massed crowd. It probes their glowing minds. Myriad carnival light-bulbs...
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alt="Buzzards by Vonnie Winslow Crist"
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Buzzards by Vonnie Winslow Crist
The trouble began when Jimmie put food out for the feral cats he'd spotted skulking along the edge of the woods. Cats crept to the porch and ate—but they weren't...
Buzzards by Vonnie Winslow Crist
The trouble began when Jimmie put food out for the feral cats he'd spotted skulking along the edge of the woods. Cats crept to the porch and ate—but they weren't...
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alt="Mother Cat by Rickey Rivers Jr."
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Mother Cat by Rickey Rivers Jr.
Rick accidentally ran over a mother cat searching for food. He felt terrible and called animal control to collect the body. Animal control didn't find signs of a cat carcass,...
Mother Cat by Rickey Rivers Jr.
Rick accidentally ran over a mother cat searching for food. He felt terrible and called animal control to collect the body. Animal control didn't find signs of a cat carcass,...
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alt="Nytemare by Daniel Bagley"
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Nytemare by Daniel Bagley
Deep inside lives a monster, born from my own heart, derived of hatred and contempt. It waits... and waits... knowing that time is against me. I writhe in agony, swinging...
Nytemare by Daniel Bagley
Deep inside lives a monster, born from my own heart, derived of hatred and contempt. It waits... and waits... knowing that time is against me. I writhe in agony, swinging...
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alt="Automated Control by Ryan Benson"
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Automated Control by Ryan Benson
The small civilians pelt me with rocks and bottles. There is little damage, only chipped paint. They protest the replacement of human officers with law enforcement automatons like myself. Foolish...
Automated Control by Ryan Benson
The small civilians pelt me with rocks and bottles. There is little damage, only chipped paint. They protest the replacement of human officers with law enforcement automatons like myself. Foolish...
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alt="Pin This Picture Upon the Refrigerator by Steven Holding"
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Pin This Picture Upon the Refrigerator by Steve...
Furious scratching as crayon scrapes paper. Daughter is immersed in art; screwed-up face displaying utter concentration. “Whaddaya doodling?” Attention shifts from the multi-coloured masterpiece. “Silly! Drawing everyone in our house!”...
Pin This Picture Upon the Refrigerator by Steve...
Furious scratching as crayon scrapes paper. Daughter is immersed in art; screwed-up face displaying utter concentration. “Whaddaya doodling?” Attention shifts from the multi-coloured masterpiece. “Silly! Drawing everyone in our house!”...
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alt="Time to Retreat by Gabriella Balcom"
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Time to Retreat by Gabriella Balcom
As Pam picked a dahlia, something jabbed her finger. She was perplexed to discover a thorn—dahlias weren't supposed to have any. Not wanting to be gouged again, she tried to...
Time to Retreat by Gabriella Balcom
As Pam picked a dahlia, something jabbed her finger. She was perplexed to discover a thorn—dahlias weren't supposed to have any. Not wanting to be gouged again, she tried to...