The Burglar

Flash Fiction by K.A. Williams I watched the house until the young man left. The lock was easy, thanks to my ex-con cousin’s lock picking lessons. Even though there was no security system sign in the yard, I was nervous as I stepped inside. Seconds ticked, no alarm screamed in my ears. When I reachedContinue reading “The Burglar”

As The Sun Sets

Flash Fiction By Andy Betz “He is unconscious. You weren’t supposed to hit him that hard. We needed him awake!” I had no intention of knocking out Felix, but I was not going to look at that conniving smirk for one more second without him paying for his deeds. The television sets in this motelContinue reading “As The Sun Sets”

Fossil

Flash Fiction By Steve Saulsbury They noticed the older man at the beach where people went looking for fossils. He was fiddling with his pack on a picnic table. Shane sprawled in the sand, puffing a crumpled cigarette. Lacey splashed along the shoreline. “Find any fossils?” Shane asked the man. “No. Just enjoying the scenery.”Continue reading “Fossil”

The Wife

Flash Fiction by Charles Roberts “What do you like most about your wife, sir?” “What do I like most about my wife?  You mean Susanna?  Yes I suppose you must, as she is the only wife I have….  Mm….  Let me think….  I think her head. Yes, her head, she has one of those intelligentContinue reading “The Wife”

Sad Day

Crime Fiction By Dick Johnson It was a sad day in a house full of assholes, and I was dying. It wasn’t always sad, like it wasn’t always daytime, but they were probably always assholes. It was a house in St. Louis. It was one of those slum houses.  I’d tell you where, but noContinue reading “Sad Day”

That Money

Crime Fiction By Seamus O’ Leary The hood was ripped off Darrel’s head and he found himself strapped to a metal folding chair in a basement somewhere. He was next to a long haired guy who was strapped down also. In front of him stood two men, a well built guy who held a pistolContinue reading “That Money”

Safe House

Crime Fiction By Chelsea M. Brown Charlie stood in front of the gray mansion with peeling paint and a dark front yard. She held the address on a slip of paper in front of her, matching it to the loose numbers hanging above the door frame. She was certain she had the wrong location. ThereContinue reading “Safe House”

The Water Tower

Crime Fiction By Tony Sweatland Whipping post by the Allman Brothers Band was on when I started the old restored Ford from the sixties. Perfect song for a getaway. It’d be even better if someone was chasing me, but nobody drove out this far, this early, unless they lived out here. Worst case scenario forContinue reading “The Water Tower”

Noble Rot

Flash Fiction by Frank Sonderborg “There is no escape. No rescue. No hero coming at the last minute to save you.                   You are going to die. So, what’s it going to be, painful or peaceful? I know, it’s an old cliché. But we do need to know if you’ve told anyone.” The man heContinue reading “Noble Rot”