Thinking of You

By Tony Sweatland Danny loves animals. And he hates people. Yesterday he knocked on a door and a woman wearing pj’s answered with a cup of hot chocolate in her hands. Meanwhile, not twenty feet away, a small dog shivered in a plastic igloo-style dog house inside a 10’ by 10’ cage. He wrote herContinue reading “Thinking of You”

I’m Tired of Murder

By David Larson Chapter one “Damn, I’m getting tired of murder.” “Did you say something, Clarence? Do you want another cup of coffee” Your breakfast should be out next.” “I’m sorry Helen, I was talking to myself. I read this editorial in the paper where the writer thinks all the deaths in the last monthContinue reading “I’m Tired of Murder”

Polish Day Parade

Poetry By Jerome Berglund Poet’s Note: TRIGGER WARNING: These selections comprise part of a cycle of pieces examining the life and crimes of serial killer John Wayne Gacy in 33 different poetic forms, and invariably include some graphic and disturbing content. English Ode “The trick is, you need the key.” – John Wayne Gacy PolishContinue reading “Polish Day Parade”

Eye Films

By Keith ‘Doc’ Raymond There is an urban legend that downloading the last vision on a person’s retina will provide the face of the killer; this is patently false. The rods and cones sputter out, capturing instead the film that comes over the dying eye in decline. It obscures any image. I have tested thisContinue reading “Eye Films”

Crash and Dash

By David Larson Chapter One They had always been lucky, but it was dumb luck, the optimal word being dumb. Bobby and Jimmy Janes fancied themselves as brilliant criminals. They called themselves the Janes Brothers Gang. They didn’t even realize that two didn’t constitute a gang. The brothers looked like tweakers, skinny, dirty, with badContinue reading “Crash and Dash”

Poison Marsh Summer

By Mark Benedict When your parents first pitch you on their idea to steal a laundry basket full ofcash, you know you should skate. Not that you’re above petty crimes. Heck no. In fact, petty crimes are kind of your thing. But it’s a dark, do-nothing chapter in your life, not to mention that theseContinue reading “Poison Marsh Summer”

Water

By Andy Betz and Jaysa Brown Water is patient It yields easily to gentle force It recovers without fanfare; without notice Water is patient It persistently waits the proper time To steadily erode the foundation of all who resist its presence Water is patient It may dissolve the most formidable of opponents It will diluteContinue reading “Water”

Future’s Cold Hand

By Sebastian Iturralde Waiting by a cliff, as the cold twilight wind blew around her, Licana Rose watched the light of a lonely house come on. Darkness surrounded her. Little did she know that Death was standing next to her. “What do we have here?” asked Death. “Who is our target for the night?” LicanaContinue reading “Future’s Cold Hand”