Dark Moments
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alt="To Cleave the Crone by E.M. McCormack"
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To Cleave the Crone by E.M. McCormack
You peel it from me, inch by inch—my wrinkled skin, my grey hair, my bulbous nose. Then deeper still, your fingers probe and find my brittle knees, my dry womb....
To Cleave the Crone by E.M. McCormack
You peel it from me, inch by inch—my wrinkled skin, my grey hair, my bulbous nose. Then deeper still, your fingers probe and find my brittle knees, my dry womb....
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alt="They Only See Me When I Cry by Alara Rogers"
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They Only See Me When I Cry by Alara Rogers
I wait for my favourite uncle to come home, smiling and combing my hair. But when I see him, I can’t help but scream. I see the shadow of death...
They Only See Me When I Cry by Alara Rogers
I wait for my favourite uncle to come home, smiling and combing my hair. But when I see him, I can’t help but scream. I see the shadow of death...
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alt="The Last Leprechaun by Dakria"
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The Last Leprechaun by Dakria
The wind bites my skin. I pull the ragged blanket tighter. A gentleman passes. The clink of a coin in my tin cup cuts through the street noise and my...
The Last Leprechaun by Dakria
The wind bites my skin. I pull the ragged blanket tighter. A gentleman passes. The clink of a coin in my tin cup cuts through the street noise and my...
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alt="Sitting on Aine's Cursed Stone by Crystal N. Ramos"
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Sitting on Aine's Cursed Stone by Crystal N. Ramos
They’d told him not to, but he’d show the villagers their ignorance by sitting on the stone at night. “Get off!” “Who’s there?” he demanded. No response. He stood and...
Sitting on Aine's Cursed Stone by Crystal N. Ramos
They’d told him not to, but he’d show the villagers their ignorance by sitting on the stone at night. “Get off!” “Who’s there?” he demanded. No response. He stood and...
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alt="Harbinger of Death by Jonathan L. Tolstedt"
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Harbinger of Death by Jonathan L. Tolstedt
Hollister was returning home when she heard the piercing scream–not the shrieking of the squall she fought, but something more sinister. She ran. The banshee floated outside her home. Hollister...
Harbinger of Death by Jonathan L. Tolstedt
Hollister was returning home when she heard the piercing scream–not the shrieking of the squall she fought, but something more sinister. She ran. The banshee floated outside her home. Hollister...
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alt="Famine Man by Deborah Tapper"
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Famine Man by Deborah Tapper
He almost ran the stranger over. Ragged, fishbone thin, teeth scarily prominent in that hollow, smudgy face. Shambling away from the farmhouse, emaciated hands slamming into the truck as he...
Famine Man by Deborah Tapper
He almost ran the stranger over. Ragged, fishbone thin, teeth scarily prominent in that hollow, smudgy face. Shambling away from the farmhouse, emaciated hands slamming into the truck as he...
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alt="The Price of Belief by Andreas Flögel"
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The Price of Belief by Andreas Flögel
The child was small and sickly. “A changeling!” the Chieftain and Druid agreed. Desperation filled the mother's voice: “What can I do?” The druid looked towards the fireplace. “Put it...
The Price of Belief by Andreas Flögel
The child was small and sickly. “A changeling!” the Chieftain and Druid agreed. Desperation filled the mother's voice: “What can I do?” The druid looked towards the fireplace. “Put it...
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alt="The Abhartach's Thirst by Andrew Kurtz"
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The Abhartach's Thirst by Andrew Kurtz
The Abhartach rose from his grave again. We buried him three times, and each night he returned. He took my brother first. I found him drained in the stable, throat...
The Abhartach's Thirst by Andrew Kurtz
The Abhartach rose from his grave again. We buried him three times, and each night he returned. He took my brother first. I found him drained in the stable, throat...
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alt="Out of His Depth by Bridget Holland"
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Out of His Depth by Bridget Holland
“It’s freezing.” “Just a quick dip.” Dark, liquid eyes teased above her curves. She ran naked across the beach. Wind-tossed hair and sun-kissed curves disappeared into the spray of the...
Out of His Depth by Bridget Holland
“It’s freezing.” “Just a quick dip.” Dark, liquid eyes teased above her curves. She ran naked across the beach. Wind-tossed hair and sun-kissed curves disappeared into the spray of the...
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alt="Caoineadh by Reuben Paul"
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Caoineadh by Reuben Paul
The wail dragged Eamon from sleep, thin as glass yet heavy with grief. He followed it through the mist to the graveyard, heart pounding. An old woman stood there, grey...
Caoineadh by Reuben Paul
The wail dragged Eamon from sleep, thin as glass yet heavy with grief. He followed it through the mist to the graveyard, heart pounding. An old woman stood there, grey...
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alt="The Dullahan by Avery Hunter"
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The Dullahan by Avery Hunter
Fog thickened over the narrow road as Maeve urged her mare home. Hooves echoed behind—slow, deliberate. She turned, breath snagging. A rider approached, head cradled in its arm, eyes glowing...
The Dullahan by Avery Hunter
Fog thickened over the narrow road as Maeve urged her mare home. Hooves echoed behind—slow, deliberate. She turned, breath snagging. A rider approached, head cradled in its arm, eyes glowing...
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alt="Caife na Sídhe by Scott O'Neill"
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Caife na Sídhe by Scott O'Neill
Niall had avoided our writers’ group since scoring his book deal. When I spied him skulking into a grotty cafe, I followed. He hunched at a cable-spool table, typing feverishly....
Caife na Sídhe by Scott O'Neill
Niall had avoided our writers’ group since scoring his book deal. When I spied him skulking into a grotty cafe, I followed. He hunched at a cable-spool table, typing feverishly....