Dark Moments
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alt="Greetings from Down Under by Kristin Lennox"
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Greetings from Down Under by Kristin Lennox
Went snorkelling in the Maldives. How’s that blizzard? Like clockwork, every other month another postcard would arrive from her ex. Had lunch on a yacht in Dubai. What’s up with...
Greetings from Down Under by Kristin Lennox
Went snorkelling in the Maldives. How’s that blizzard? Like clockwork, every other month another postcard would arrive from her ex. Had lunch on a yacht in Dubai. What’s up with...
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alt="Listen to Your Insides by Michelle Brett"
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Listen to Your Insides by Michelle Brett
Fragments of the spit-drenched postcard dissolved on his lips, leaving behind a tang of bile. Yet somehow the glossy photo remained; the view of his room, snapped from behind his...
Listen to Your Insides by Michelle Brett
Fragments of the spit-drenched postcard dissolved on his lips, leaving behind a tang of bile. Yet somehow the glossy photo remained; the view of his room, snapped from behind his...
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alt="See you Soon by S.M. Sykes"
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See you Soon by S.M. Sykes
Heather sifted through her mail, expecting bills. Instead, her fingers brushed burnt paper that reeked of sulphur. A postcard from Jace, her husband, who died three years ago today. All...
See you Soon by S.M. Sykes
Heather sifted through her mail, expecting bills. Instead, her fingers brushed burnt paper that reeked of sulphur. A postcard from Jace, her husband, who died three years ago today. All...
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alt="Lost in Transit by Nissa Harlow"
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Lost in Transit by Nissa Harlow
“You’ve got mail,” my neighbour said, lingering beside the community mailbox. “Thanks.” “Maybe it’s from your boyfriend. How long since he skedaddled? Six months?” “Blunt as always, I see.” She...
Lost in Transit by Nissa Harlow
“You’ve got mail,” my neighbour said, lingering beside the community mailbox. “Thanks.” “Maybe it’s from your boyfriend. How long since he skedaddled? Six months?” “Blunt as always, I see.” She...
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alt="Postmarked Tomorrow by Rod A. White"
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Postmarked Tomorrow by Rod A. White
I found the postcard in the burnt ruins of Hollow Creek; the ink smeared like old blood. It read only: Wish you were here. That night, the wind carried whispers,...
Postmarked Tomorrow by Rod A. White
I found the postcard in the burnt ruins of Hollow Creek; the ink smeared like old blood. It read only: Wish you were here. That night, the wind carried whispers,...
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alt="Piecing it Together by Weird Wilkins"
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Piecing it Together by Weird Wilkins
“Wish you were here”… If only I knew where “here” was… It’s been three years since he disappeared. Three years of wracking my brain trying to retrace his steps, three...
Piecing it Together by Weird Wilkins
“Wish you were here”… If only I knew where “here” was… It’s been three years since he disappeared. Three years of wracking my brain trying to retrace his steps, three...
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alt="Vanished by T.J. Gallasch"
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Vanished by T.J. Gallasch
“Where are the twins?” Mandy asked her mother. “Gone with Daisy down to the billabong to cool off,” Nanna Rose replied. “And you let them?!” “Don’t worry!” the older woman...
Vanished by T.J. Gallasch
“Where are the twins?” Mandy asked her mother. “Gone with Daisy down to the billabong to cool off,” Nanna Rose replied. “And you let them?!” “Don’t worry!” the older woman...
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alt="The Ruins by David Albano"
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The Ruins by David Albano
Images carved into the ice dance in shadows along the frozen corridors. Impish creatures and horned beasts glow among the etchings… That expedition still flickers across my memory like a...
The Ruins by David Albano
Images carved into the ice dance in shadows along the frozen corridors. Impish creatures and horned beasts glow among the etchings… That expedition still flickers across my memory like a...
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alt="The Final Gift Before Joining Our Family by Katara J. Z."
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The Final Gift Before Joining Our Family by Kat...
A faded jewellery box with a lacklustre ribbon beckoned from my stocking. Merry Christmas Eve, my future in-laws whispered. Waiting inside: a tarnished watch, hands frozen a minute to midnight....
The Final Gift Before Joining Our Family by Kat...
A faded jewellery box with a lacklustre ribbon beckoned from my stocking. Merry Christmas Eve, my future in-laws whispered. Waiting inside: a tarnished watch, hands frozen a minute to midnight....
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alt="O, Christmas Tree by S. Jade Path"
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O, Christmas Tree by S. Jade Path
The town council smiled stiffly as the Christmas tree blazed to life in the bright square. Cheers rose; mulled wine and cocoa flowed freely, carols filling the frozen air. “The...
O, Christmas Tree by S. Jade Path
The town council smiled stiffly as the Christmas tree blazed to life in the bright square. Cheers rose; mulled wine and cocoa flowed freely, carols filling the frozen air. “The...
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alt="I'll be Home for Christmas by Timmy le Frog"
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I'll be Home for Christmas by Timmy le Frog
I lurch onward, burdened by gifts and a feeling I can’t quite place. Glad am I when my street comes into view. The name is the same but there is...
I'll be Home for Christmas by Timmy le Frog
I lurch onward, burdened by gifts and a feeling I can’t quite place. Glad am I when my street comes into view. The name is the same but there is...
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alt="Disgruntled by Jim Nemeth"
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Disgruntled by Jim Nemeth
Christmas morning, and ten-year-old Jimmy stared disbelievingly at the just-unwrapped present before him. “Jingle Bells” played softly in the background. “It’s a genuine Louisville Slugger bat, Champ!” his father declared...
Disgruntled by Jim Nemeth
Christmas morning, and ten-year-old Jimmy stared disbelievingly at the just-unwrapped present before him. “Jingle Bells” played softly in the background. “It’s a genuine Louisville Slugger bat, Champ!” his father declared...