The Womanizer

Crime Fiction by Dick Johnson Graphic Sex and Violence Warning The kissing was amazing. Not the lack luster kissing of a first date, but the hungry kissing that leads to fucking, and he knew it was coming. Her mouth was so warm and soft and inviting. Juicy is the word. She was juicy. The cricketsContinue reading “The Womanizer”

A Catfish No More

Crime Fiction by Andrew Ricchiuti Palmer spent the last thirty days in a private room hidden in a sanitarium. Except for Benny, he spoke only to one doctor and one nurse. He only saw them. Now, healed, he was ready to re-enter the world. A world he hoped wouldn’t recognize and hound him for runningContinue reading “A Catfish No More”

The Proposition

Crime Fiction by Scott McKinnon For the past week I’d been consoling my wounded ego on a local online discussion forum for wronged spouses and very early on established an easy rapport with a woman who called herself Desperate_Housewife#81. I regaled her with stories of my controlling, narcissistic wife who was bleeding me dry financially.Continue reading “The Proposition”

Coffee And A Glazed Donut

Flash Fiction by Armand Rosamilia Amanda said it as a joke, but Mel looked at her like she was serious. The boy had no sense of humor. Mel opened his mouth and closed it several times, like a trout she’d once caught in Dunn Creek and held in her arms for too long. Her deddyContinue reading “Coffee And A Glazed Donut”

Cult Crashing

Flash Fiction by Jay Honstetter Whenever I tell anyone I’ve joined a new cult they look at me like I’m some kind of asshole. But with so many cults out there and so many people emptying their bank accounts, surrendering their basic human rights, or injecting themselves for the big sleep, there’s gotta be somethingContinue reading “Cult Crashing”

Lady’s Secret

Flash Fiction by Jesse Binger I find people. Skip tracer some like to call it. Bounty Hunter. You’ve all seen the show. But me? I call myself the Retriever. Had a golden as a kid. I’d toss her ball after ball. Tennis. Baseball. Those little bouncy spaldeens. And she’d come springing back within seconds. DroppingContinue reading “Lady’s Secret”

Paris

—for Marion AustinCrime Fiction by John Jeffire Paris of the Midwest.  That’s what they called it.  The war was over, the soldiers all come home, packed theaters and new cars and smiling people everywhere you looked.  Woodward Avenue lit up mile after mile, the J.L. Hudson store a whole city block, as big as anythingContinue reading “Paris”

Lunacy

Speculative Crime Fiction By Margaret Karmazin “Who saw Lucy Beard this morning?” Inspector Margot Waite asked the cafeteria crew behind the counter this first Tuesday of the month, which meant Veggie Day. Not the most popular on Toronto Moon Base on Peary Crater, the moon’s newest installation. Toronto was quite up-to-date, though lacking some ofContinue reading “Lunacy”