Dark Moments
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Bloodline by Olivia Jimenez
Red enters the forest to visit her grandmother, each step echoing the shadows of her last visit. The trees loom silently. Something warm spatters her cheek. She wipes it away—thick,...
Bloodline by Olivia Jimenez
Red enters the forest to visit her grandmother, each step echoing the shadows of her last visit. The trees loom silently. Something warm spatters her cheek. She wipes it away—thick,...
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alt="Asleep? Aghast! by Evan Baughfman"
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Asleep? Aghast! by Evan Baughfman
Cobwebs drape the canopy bed. The Prince tears through spider-silk, wondering how long the figure before him has been asleep. Mercifully, she isn’t mummified. She’s a gorgeous bachelorette with rosy...
Asleep? Aghast! by Evan Baughfman
Cobwebs drape the canopy bed. The Prince tears through spider-silk, wondering how long the figure before him has been asleep. Mercifully, she isn’t mummified. She’s a gorgeous bachelorette with rosy...
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alt="Unravelling by Rohan Magerman"
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Unravelling by Rohan Magerman
She had been perfect. Eyes like moonlight. Skin like porcelain. And then the bell chimed. “No, not yet!” The prince grabbed her wrist. “Don’t go.” She panicked. “Let me—” Each...
Unravelling by Rohan Magerman
She had been perfect. Eyes like moonlight. Skin like porcelain. And then the bell chimed. “No, not yet!” The prince grabbed her wrist. “Don’t go.” She panicked. “Let me—” Each...
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alt="Dinnertime in Fairy Tale Forest by Donna Cuttress"
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Dinnertime in Fairy Tale Forest by Donna Cuttress
The fox savoured the sweet taste of gingerbread on his tongue. Idiot! He thought. Fancy trusting me to carry you across the river. He lay by the campfire, drying his...
Dinnertime in Fairy Tale Forest by Donna Cuttress
The fox savoured the sweet taste of gingerbread on his tongue. Idiot! He thought. Fancy trusting me to carry you across the river. He lay by the campfire, drying his...
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alt="Lucky Day by Darlene Holt"
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Lucky Day by Darlene Holt
“Tough luck, Tortoise!” heckled Hare from the hilltop. “I might just take a nap. It’ll be a miracle if you make it here by dawn.” Tortoise pressed on, inch by...
Lucky Day by Darlene Holt
“Tough luck, Tortoise!” heckled Hare from the hilltop. “I might just take a nap. It’ll be a miracle if you make it here by dawn.” Tortoise pressed on, inch by...
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alt="Just Right by Sid Cannon"
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Just Right by Sid Cannon
Once upon a time, Goldilocks was nodding off in the perfect bed when she spotted a faintly recessed hatch in the wall. Curious, she arose and opened it, revealing the...
Just Right by Sid Cannon
Once upon a time, Goldilocks was nodding off in the perfect bed when she spotted a faintly recessed hatch in the wall. Curious, she arose and opened it, revealing the...
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alt="Be They Fat or Be They Lean by Kristin Lennox"
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Be They Fat or Be They Lean by Kristin Lennox
Johnny and Pearl stood before the “Gingerbread Funhouse.” The amusement park was even sketchier at night, but Pearl had promised her brother they’d go. A sign by the entrance read:...
Be They Fat or Be They Lean by Kristin Lennox
Johnny and Pearl stood before the “Gingerbread Funhouse.” The amusement park was even sketchier at night, but Pearl had promised her brother they’d go. A sign by the entrance read:...
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alt="An Ode to Sleeping Beauty by Ashley R. Oden"
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An Ode to Sleeping Beauty by Ashley R. Oden
I knelt beside her, fingers in golden hair, soft as spun sin. Aurora. My sleeping beauty. Unkissed. Untouched. They whispered true love could wake her. But I do not love....
An Ode to Sleeping Beauty by Ashley R. Oden
I knelt beside her, fingers in golden hair, soft as spun sin. Aurora. My sleeping beauty. Unkissed. Untouched. They whispered true love could wake her. But I do not love....
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alt="The Cobbler and the Demons by Andrew Kurtz"
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The Cobbler and the Demons by Andrew Kurtz
The cobbler awoke to find shoes stitched from his children’s flayed skin. Each night, skeletal creatures with bone needles emerged from hell’s crevices, weaving screaming souls into leather. Their wages:...
The Cobbler and the Demons by Andrew Kurtz
The cobbler awoke to find shoes stitched from his children’s flayed skin. Each night, skeletal creatures with bone needles emerged from hell’s crevices, weaving screaming souls into leather. Their wages:...
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alt="House of Bricks by Jacek Wilkos"
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House of Bricks by Jacek Wilkos
The wolf stood in front of the brick house where three little pigs were hiding. “You won’t blow this house down. The door has four locks, the windows have solid...
House of Bricks by Jacek Wilkos
The wolf stood in front of the brick house where three little pigs were hiding. “You won’t blow this house down. The door has four locks, the windows have solid...
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alt="Stone Jaws by Evan Baughfman"
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Stone Jaws by Evan Baughfman
Bigots marched outside the library, spewing hatred with shouts, signs. They burned books. Demanded that other titles be banned. That countless voices be silenced. All under the protection of federal...
Stone Jaws by Evan Baughfman
Bigots marched outside the library, spewing hatred with shouts, signs. They burned books. Demanded that other titles be banned. That countless voices be silenced. All under the protection of federal...
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alt="The Mannequin People by Michael J. Stiehl"
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The Mannequin People by Michael J. Stiehl
Bill is a good sleeper; not me. I’m restless. A sound in the dark sets my heart racing. Slick with sweat, I’m frozen. They drift into my bedroom like a...
The Mannequin People by Michael J. Stiehl
Bill is a good sleeper; not me. I’m restless. A sound in the dark sets my heart racing. Slick with sweat, I’m frozen. They drift into my bedroom like a...