Dark Moments
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Hunger by Avery Hunter
Every night at Dustjaw Saloon, the piano played itself. Folks said it was the ghost of Clyde “Ten-Fingers” Malone, shot dead mid-song in ’81. Sheriff Rowe laughed, until he saw...
Hunger by Avery Hunter
Every night at Dustjaw Saloon, the piano played itself. Folks said it was the ghost of Clyde “Ten-Fingers” Malone, shot dead mid-song in ’81. Sheriff Rowe laughed, until he saw...
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alt="Luck Be A Lady by Kristin Lennox"
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Luck Be A Lady by Kristin Lennox
This was Buck’s chance. Annie was the prettiest girl in the Last Chance Saloon, always swarmed with cowboys buying her drinks, trying to earn a trip upstairs. But tonight she...
Luck Be A Lady by Kristin Lennox
This was Buck’s chance. Annie was the prettiest girl in the Last Chance Saloon, always swarmed with cowboys buying her drinks, trying to earn a trip upstairs. But tonight she...
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alt="The Thirteenth Knot by A.C. Turner"
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The Thirteenth Knot by A.C. Turner
The rope had thirteen knots and thirteen ghosts when it slithered off the gallows that moonless night. Marshal Thompson found it coiled around banker Kessler's neck at dawn—same Kessler who'd...
The Thirteenth Knot by A.C. Turner
The rope had thirteen knots and thirteen ghosts when it slithered off the gallows that moonless night. Marshal Thompson found it coiled around banker Kessler's neck at dawn—same Kessler who'd...
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alt="The Last Outlaw by Collette Night"
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The Last Outlaw by Collette Night
Ivory bones, hung like charms, rattled against the old tree. The tree was twisted, turned in on itself. Hollowed. Inside, a bloodied heart beat. Slow. Weak. Outlaws were outdone. Gunslingers,...
The Last Outlaw by Collette Night
Ivory bones, hung like charms, rattled against the old tree. The tree was twisted, turned in on itself. Hollowed. Inside, a bloodied heart beat. Slow. Weak. Outlaws were outdone. Gunslingers,...
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alt="Welcome to Purgatory by Kai Delmas"
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Welcome to Purgatory by Kai Delmas
Earl lurches into the saloon, parched and dusty as hell. “Welcome to Purgatory!” The barman’s face is haggard and worn. “The town you never wanted to visit and will never...”...
Welcome to Purgatory by Kai Delmas
Earl lurches into the saloon, parched and dusty as hell. “Welcome to Purgatory!” The barman’s face is haggard and worn. “The town you never wanted to visit and will never...”...
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alt="Deadrise by Anna Madden"
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Deadrise by Anna Madden
There are some kinds of trees used for shipbuilding and coffins alike. Oak is strong and durable. Mahogany is hardy against decay. Cedar resists rot, and hell, it smells nice....
Deadrise by Anna Madden
There are some kinds of trees used for shipbuilding and coffins alike. Oak is strong and durable. Mahogany is hardy against decay. Cedar resists rot, and hell, it smells nice....
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alt="Chambers by Steven Whitaker"
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Chambers by Steven Whitaker
Samuel exuded a grotesque smile in the candlelit cabin among eerie shadows deep enough to hide every ghost that was said to haunt this ship, if you were a superstitious...
Chambers by Steven Whitaker
Samuel exuded a grotesque smile in the candlelit cabin among eerie shadows deep enough to hide every ghost that was said to haunt this ship, if you were a superstitious...
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alt="The Sea Remembers by Amanda Hoffman"
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The Sea Remembers by Amanda Hoffman
The yellow life raft bobbed as Captain Sellis licked his weathered lips. He wouldn’t last another day at sea. Through the fog ahead of him, a ship emerged. “Help!” he...
The Sea Remembers by Amanda Hoffman
The yellow life raft bobbed as Captain Sellis licked his weathered lips. He wouldn’t last another day at sea. Through the fog ahead of him, a ship emerged. “Help!” he...
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alt="Gateway by Jeff Currier"
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Gateway by Jeff Currier
The priority work order pinged Crispin’s tablet. He groaned, double-shift exhausted, but hustled to berth Lambda-11. The docking tube covered an open ship hatch. All panels shone green. Confused, Crispin...
Gateway by Jeff Currier
The priority work order pinged Crispin’s tablet. He groaned, double-shift exhausted, but hustled to berth Lambda-11. The docking tube covered an open ship hatch. All panels shone green. Confused, Crispin...
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alt="Inferiority Complex by Joey Millar"
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Inferiority Complex by Joey Millar
It always stings when the crews of other ghost ships laugh as we pass by. Technically, we’re as legitimate a ghost ship as they are. It’s not like there are...
Inferiority Complex by Joey Millar
It always stings when the crews of other ghost ships laugh as we pass by. Technically, we’re as legitimate a ghost ship as they are. It’s not like there are...
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alt="The Witch's Lover by Scott O'Neill"
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The Witch's Lover by Scott O'Neill
An imp-like little fellow carried wildflowers toward a peculiar cottage. Oily smoke swathed its chimney. Gingerbread walls and buttercream window sashes bore nibble marks. Children! He sprinted through the doorway....
The Witch's Lover by Scott O'Neill
An imp-like little fellow carried wildflowers toward a peculiar cottage. Oily smoke swathed its chimney. Gingerbread walls and buttercream window sashes bore nibble marks. Children! He sprinted through the doorway....
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alt="Goldilocks and the Three Bearskin Rugs by S.F.J. Painter"
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Goldilocks and the Three Bearskin Rugs by S.F.J...
To mend yesterday's “misunderstandings,” Goldilocks spent the day foraging in the woods. She soaked the forest bounty in oats overnight. At breakfast, the bears greedily tucked in. “This porridge is...
Goldilocks and the Three Bearskin Rugs by S.F.J...
To mend yesterday's “misunderstandings,” Goldilocks spent the day foraging in the woods. She soaked the forest bounty in oats overnight. At breakfast, the bears greedily tucked in. “This porridge is...