Flash Fiction by Brian Armstrong It was a typical frozen night in Russia, the kind for which they were infamous. Anyone who could find a warm place had already done so. Piotr Danko was one of the lucky ones, the land of the czars was more than a land of haves and have nots andContinue reading “The Father’s Code”
Category Archives: Noir
Rent Lady
Flash Fiction by Cindy Rosmus/ Art by Bernice Holtzman “Melody?” Bingo Joe said. “Who’s she?” “That Cowell dude,” Georgie said. “Who was buying this building. ‘Cept he’s a chick.” He looked anxious. “Where is she?” In the foyer, there we were: Georgie, our boss, in his flowered shorts. All Jimmy Buffett. Bingo Joe and me,Continue reading “Rent Lady”
Fade To Black
Stories by Robert White Fade to Black is a new collection of short stories by author Robert White and published by Close To The Bone Publishing. The Amazon page had this to say: “Fade to Black ‘s stories present characters you might see on any street in any town anywhere. Or maybe you wondered aboutContinue reading “Fade To Black”
Lost Exit
Flash Fiction by Michael Downing A driving rain whips across the motel parking lot, beating against the windows in a staccato rhythm. Cuba lights another Marlboro and rechecks the magazine in the Glock before tucking it beneath his shirt, snug against his back. Tall, broad, and Black, with a shaved head, gold caps, and aContinue reading “Lost Exit”
Some Form Of Promotion
Crime Fiction by Zach Dundas Tobias Carlton, owner of Carlton’s, where I tend bar and catch mice and keep court with a diverse citizenry, favors white linen in summertime. He favors a silken ascot. He favors a sort of English accent. I think he’s from Rhode Island but attended one of those schools with aContinue reading “Some Form Of Promotion”
Drunk Tank
Flash Fiction By Dick Johnson Carl awoke. His head hurt and the light was bright. His memory flooded back to him, and he realized where he was. He was in his underwear, and lying on a concrete bunk in a room with almost zero features. There were fluorescent lights in mesh glass above, grey rubberContinue reading “Drunk Tank”
Debbie
Crime Fiction by J. Marquez Jr Debbie, My name is…shoot, my name don’t matter a darn thing. This morning when I looked out my window and saw you on the steps by your apartment, weeping as usual, guilt and sorrow took hold of my heart and wrung it. I felt compelled to write you thisContinue reading “Debbie”
I Thought I’d Play Detective.
Crime Fiction by Trelaine Ito “This is a bad idea,” I said, aloud, to myself. I was right, of course. I shouldn’t be in the woods to begin with, at least not this late and especially not alone. My father taught us to go out in pairs. Always. I generally don’t like the night. There’sContinue reading “I Thought I’d Play Detective.”
A Predator In Creation
Crime Fiction by William Foulke The kitchen was alive with midmorning light as the sun chased the clouds across the April sky. On the checked placemat at the linoleum table was her untouched coffee, the remains of her bagel, The Slate County Courier still to be read. The front-page headline read WOODLAND WANDERER BEHEADS SIXTH.Continue reading “A Predator In Creation”
.38
Organized Crime Story By Seamus O’Leary Jack’s slim form moved through the dancers on the night club floor, like a panther moving through a jungle of flashing lights. Nubs followed, and everyone got out of his way. They entered a door in the back, which opened into a short hall lit by fluorescent lights inContinue reading “.38”