Writer Interview: Melissa R. Mendelson

Melissa R. Mendelson has written many books. She has had several of her short stories published on The Yard, and at other publications. We love Melissa’s writing here at The Yard: Crime Blog, and we wanted to get a hold of her to ask her some questions about it. What led you to start writing?Continue reading “Writer Interview: Melissa R. Mendelson”

The Wheels Go Round and Round

By Melissa R. Mendelson “Come on, Ben.  Wake up.”  He kicked the young boy’s shoulder.  “Get up.” “Oh, come on, Henry.  It’s early.”  He rolled across the floor and pushed the thin shirt under his head closer to him.  “Let me just sleep.” “You’ve slept enough.  Come on, Ben.  Let’s go.  We got work toContinue reading “The Wheels Go Round and Round”

This Is Not Your World

By Melissa R. Mendelson Dayla tried to stifle a yawn as she walked down the stairs. She smiled at the aroma of coffee wafting out of the kitchen. The sound of a spatula scraping the frying pan indicated that her husband made eggs again, and hopefully this time, they were not Bull’s Eye. She detestedContinue reading “This Is Not Your World”

Unprotected

By Melissa R. Mendelson (Based on a Dream) I found the camera in the backseat of the car. It was under the driver’s seat. I was curious as to what was on it. Most of the pictures were scenery. There was one video. I played the video, and a teen-aged boy came into view. HeContinue reading “Unprotected”

The Black Hearts

By Melissa R. Mendelson “Do you think they’re dead?” For a machine, Spectral sounded human.  Fear almost shined in those pale, copper eyes.  Their head swiveled to face the others standing nearby, all wearing the required Science uniform, yellow on the right side, silver on the left.  Their head snapped back toward the bridge doorContinue reading “The Black Hearts”

Amber Dream

By Melissa R. Mendelson The rain poured down on the Town of Chester as cars drove along Route 17M. People scurried into the supermarket, movie theater, or other stores in the shopping center as others stood by the bus stop and watched the rain fall. Further down the road was the Chester diner where aContinue reading “Amber Dream”

The Dead Are Smiling

By Melissa R. Mendelson Johnny Cash battled the static, but he was losing, fading in and out.  The screen door to the diner wasn’t helping.  It screeched opened and clattered shut, and the swearing of the cook in the kitchen was louder than the small radio over the counter by the pies.  Even the buzzingContinue reading “The Dead Are Smiling”