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by Carlie St. George. What happens first: she survives. She climbs out of the rubble, leaving two corpses behind: a human who helped create her, and the Monster who tried to murder her, the Monster who showed the human lovers mercy but said that she belonged dead. The Monster, sometimes known as Frankenstein’s monster, also known as her husband.
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Aug 6, 2013 · Submissions should be emailed to thedarkmagazine@gmail.com Please attach all submissions in .doc or rtf format—we will not accept submissions embedded in the body of email. Include your bio in your cover letter. Guidelines for Fiction. The Dark is an online magazine published monthly. We are seeking fiction 2,000 – 6,000 words.
by Shannon Scott. When the American saw me sitting on a stone in the river, his mouth opened and closed, a brown trout caught on a fishing line. He kept his eyes on me as he hurried to pull off his socks and shoes, as if I would vanish otherwise. Then he rolled up the cuffs of his pants and waded into the shallow water.
