By Susan E. Rogers He yanked the pillow down over his head and jammed the sides up against his ears. The noise still leaked through. Rrruhrrr… Rrruhrrrr… Rrrruuuuuhhhrrrr… Rrruhrrr… Rrrruuuuuhhhrrrr… He jumped out of bed and ran to the open window. “Stop! Stop! Just stop!” Of course, no one heard him over the roar ofContinue reading “Death by Leaf Blower”
Monthly Archives: August 2022
Writer Interview: Andy Betz
Andy is one of the most prolific writers, that The Yard: Crime Blog has had the pleasure of being involved with. He has brought many great stories to us, and we are better for having read them. We were able to catch up with Andy and get him to answer some questions for us. 1.Continue reading “Writer Interview: Andy Betz”
That’s Not My Face
By Melissa R. Mendelson The smell was sickening, but nobody seemed bothered by it. People on the left sat in large, black seats with hood dryers over their heads, covering their faces. People on the right were positioned in short, black seats with their hands held inside white, metallic boxes, some flinching from the pain. Continue reading “That’s Not My Face”
Beauty Brings Beasts
By Emily Kitazawa “Beauty is a curse on the world. It keeps us from seeing who the real monsters are.” – The Carver WHEN EVELYN WAS a young girl, she remembered the strangely exotic feel of her mother’s hair-prickled calves on her tender hands, evoking the same fascination of one’s first time touching a hithertoContinue reading “Beauty Brings Beasts”
The Saddest Lies
By Andy Betz My alarm went off at 5am today, as it does every day. I arise from my bed alone, as I do every day. I eat alone. I work alone. I vacation alone. I watch TV alone. I go home to an empty apartment built for two. Alone. There must be a betterContinue reading “The Saddest Lies”
Tracked
By Rena Robinett AIRPORT I – KALI I was sitting in the United concourse at San Francisco airport sucking Cappuccino foam off a spoon when I spotted him. This was my third time tracking him out of SFO, using a TSA security badge from an old friend. He came out of Terminal Three, walking fastContinue reading “Tracked”
The Rant
Dystopian Fiction By Chris Bunton Jane threw her bag of groceries and her purse onto the counter. She stopped for a moment and placed her hands over her face. She just stood there in her perfectly modern kitchen. It was large, with plenty of counter space, and just the right colors. It was obviously remodeledContinue reading “The Rant”
Automobile Psychosis
By Jason Smith We almost collided at an intersection. He was driving some kind of muscle car, painted primer gray and covered in dents. I didn’t like the way he stared at me through his dirty, cracked windshield. I drove away, and he was soon right behind me. I pulled over and stepped out ofContinue reading “Automobile Psychosis”