Category Archives: Historical Fiction

Stranger in the Camp

By Chris Bunton “Hello in the camp! Permission to enter.” A man’s voice yelled from the darkness. Paul knew someone was out there creeping around but there wasn’t much he could do except watch and wait.  He stirred the fire with a stick. Sparks rose up, and the fire got a little brighter. Then heContinue reading “Stranger in the Camp”

Violation

By J.J. Fletcher At Gilmanton Academy, which looked down upon the average one-room schoolhouse that most towns had in 1873, Nancy Robertson and Henry Webster had already skipped two grades. Their teacher, Miss Oberhund, always paired them off together because they were more advanced than the others, and to prevent the bullying that occurred fromContinue reading “Violation”

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”

A Friend of Charley Boles

By Marco Etheridge I was a young man of twenty-two and green to the ways of the world when I first arrived on the island of Oahu. The year was eighteen-ninety-eight and the world was on the cusp of a new millennium full of promise. I boarded a steamer in San Francisco, leaving behind theContinue reading “A Friend of Charley Boles”

Old Ninety-Seven

By Byron Spooner It’s one of those strange evenings when the moonlight reflecting off yesterday’s snow gives the whole world a soft bluish radiance. I’m out wandering around, no particular place to go, anywhere but home, and I see the Field House lights are on. The front door is unlocked. I stomp the snow fromContinue reading “Old Ninety-Seven”

Bedford Drive

By Charles Jacobson Los Angeles: Friday, April 4, 1958. 8:06 pm. Detective Ken Stricker left his ailing mother at the Valley Hospital, put on a coat and slid into his black ’56 Packard. Vice had been quiet. He caught a 273 and 314 on the scanner, switched it off and dialed in Guy Lombardo. VeeringContinue reading “Bedford Drive”

Bugsy Siegel’s Last Pal

By Steven G. Farrell The citizens of Las Vegas, Nevada were all afraid of Bugsy Siegel, the notorious gangster from New York. Afraid and respectful. “Ben”, the name he used in his inner circle, was a long-time partner of such Manhattan big shots as Meyer Lansky, Lucky Luciano, and Frank Costello. He even had connectionsContinue reading “Bugsy Siegel’s Last Pal”