Unprotected

By Melissa R. Mendelson (Based on a Dream) I found the camera in the backseat of the car. It was under the driver’s seat. I was curious as to what was on it. Most of the pictures were scenery. There was one video. I played the video, and a teen-aged boy came into view. HeContinue reading “Unprotected”

The Bricklayer

By Rene Natan “The Bricklayer” is a Crime Fiction novel written by Rene Natan. The book description says… “Underneath the usual activities of a successful construction company, The Werkstein, lurk fraud, deception and murder. This all starts when Frederick Elliot Dalton, the owner of The Werkstein hires Moira Johnson, a female engineer in his otherwiseContinue reading “The Bricklayer”

Death by Leaf Blower

By Susan E. Rogers He yanked the pillow down over his head and jammed the sides up against his ears. The noise still leaked through. Rrruhrrr… Rrruhrrrr… Rrrruuuuuhhhrrrr… Rrruhrrr… Rrrruuuuuhhhrrrr… He jumped out of bed and ran to the open window. “Stop! Stop! Just stop!” Of course, no one heard him over the roar ofContinue reading “Death by Leaf Blower”

Dancing Dolls

By Rena Robinett The night DeK met Tyla was not a good one for him. DeK, as he’d renamed himself after a desperation-filled adolescent idea had morphed into a company that became worldwide slang, was a half hacker whose one creative thought had made him very rich. After his former nerd buddies refused a dealContinue reading “Dancing Dolls”

That’s Not My Face

By Melissa R. Mendelson The smell was sickening, but nobody seemed bothered by it.  People on the left sat in large, black seats with hood dryers over their heads, covering their faces.  People on the right were positioned in short, black seats with their hands held inside white, metallic boxes, some flinching from the pain. Continue reading “That’s Not My Face”

Tracked

By Rena Robinett AIRPORT I – KALI I was sitting in the United concourse at San Francisco airport sucking Cappuccino foam off a spoon when I spotted him. This was my third time tracking him out of SFO, using a TSA security badge from an old friend. He came out of Terminal Three, walking fastContinue reading “Tracked”

The Rant

Dystopian Fiction By Chris Bunton Jane threw her bag of groceries and her purse onto the counter. She stopped for a moment and placed her hands over her face. She just stood there in her perfectly modern kitchen. It was large, with plenty of counter space, and just the right colors. It was obviously remodeledContinue reading “The Rant”