The Caretaker

By Andy Betz I packed my Chevy S-10 with guns and ammo, bows and arrows, picks and shovels, flares, tires, tools, how-to manuals, can goods, clothes, knives, first aid kits, medicines, gasoline, propane and butane tanks, silver coins and a box of various springs, Raman noodles, bottles of beer, bottles of Jack Daniels, tequila, beans,Continue reading “The Caretaker”

Ten Times Around

By Melissa R. Mendelson Government and Corporation are our parents, and the rest of us are children. Well, except the ten percent now that were thrown out into the cold. Harley sat back in his chair with the gray pen dangling between his fingers. The desk light dimmed, and he stared down at his journal.Continue reading “Ten Times Around”

Transition

Inspired By My Dad By Melissa R. Mendelson Farewell.  Light blue letters on a white banner hung against a nearby wall.  The tape failed to hold it up, and one side caved, falling into a table set up with vegetables, chips and soda.  A toddler squealed with joy, jumping up and pulling the rest ofContinue reading “Transition”

Writer Interview: Melissa R. Mendelson

Melissa R. Mendelson has written many books. She has had several of her short stories published on The Yard, and at other publications. We love Melissa’s writing here at The Yard: Crime Blog, and we wanted to get a hold of her to ask her some questions about it. What led you to start writing?Continue reading “Writer Interview: Melissa R. Mendelson”

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”

The Rant

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 remodeled recently. HerContinue reading “The Rant”

Power Hour

By Chris Bunton “Hey kids, it’s almost power hour!” Ellen yelled. She closed her wind up pocket watch, as the kids came running into the room. “Ok, Lacy get all the re-chargeable batteries ready for the outlets. Carrie, get the pots ready to cook on the electric stove for dinner, and make sure the radioContinue reading “Power Hour”