By K.A. Williams “The world has changed,” Doctor Bertram said. I looked past him toward my wife, Crystal, who didn’t look a day older. “She hasn’t,” I observed. “You must have spent most of my fortune on plastic surgery.” The doctor laughed. “Actually -” he began, but she interrupted him. “Darling, isn’t it wonderful thatContinue reading “While I Was Frozen”
Tag Archives: Dystopian Fiction
Till Death Do Us Part
By Alex Grehy “The trouble these days is that we just live too damn long.” The woman sitting in the rattan chair opposite nods her head then turns to look at the sun blazing over the tranquil ocean. She is quiet; they often are this close to the end. “Tell me your story again,” sheContinue reading “Till Death Do Us Part”
Dark Running
By Chris Bunton Sandy did pushups in the center of the living room in her underwear. She dripped sweat from her buzzcut head on to the dirty plank floor with each pump. The room was dark. Furniture was set around facing a monitor. There was light filtering through the black painted windows. The specialized paintContinue reading “Dark Running”
This Is Not Your World
By Melissa R. Mendelson Dayla tried to stifle a yawn as she walked down the stairs. She smiled at the aroma of coffee wafting out of the kitchen. The sound of a spatula scraping the frying pan indicated that her husband made eggs again, and hopefully this time, they were not Bull’s Eye. She detestedContinue reading “This Is Not Your World”
The Carlton Theater
By Andy Betz and Samantha Fowler Part One: My life as it was My employer, Mrs. Oliver, assigned the duty of a visual inspection of an older movie theater to me. I was to look around and walk about and give her my written report by the morning. While her decision would not be basedContinue reading “The Carlton Theater”
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”