Seen It Many Times

Crime Fiction By H.A.L. Wagner The school bus blocks my view of Murray Russel’s new place. The city obviously didn’t do their predator checking lately. Murray shouldn’t be within 1,000 feet of this stop. Just another pleasurable reason to take this bastard out. The bus passes leaving no child behind. In the large picture windowContinue reading “Seen It Many Times”

A Blast From The Past

Crime Fiction By Jason Smith As she opened her front door Trena didn’t immediately recognize Glenn, he’d changed so much. The last time she saw him his hair and beard were long, he was wearing a Baja Hoodie, black jeans, scuffed boots and a trench coat. Now he was clean shaven and his hair wasContinue reading “A Blast From The Past”

The Price of Extraction

By Monique Berkin Darius pulls at the thread of a musty wool blanket, and it unravels, pooling on the grimy floor. His life is also unraveling sooner than he predicted. His older brother Kane’s frantic call came four hours, seven minutes, and three seconds ago. Get out! Leave everything and meet me at the abandonedContinue reading “The Price of Extraction”

The Wheels Go Round and Round

By Melissa R. Mendelson “Come on, Ben.  Wake up.”  He kicked the young boy’s shoulder.  “Get up.” “Oh, come on, Henry.  It’s early.”  He rolled across the floor and pushed the thin shirt under his head closer to him.  “Let me just sleep.” “You’ve slept enough.  Come on, Ben.  Let’s go.  We got work toContinue reading “The Wheels Go Round and Round”

The Hitman and His Wife

By Gratia Serpento “Goddammit, Arthur. Tell me that isn’t a dead body on my brand new couch.” “That isn’t a dead body on your brand new couch.” He rolled his eyes. “Of course it’s a dead body. Look at it!” “I don’t want to look at it!” His wife, Lorna hissed, wringing her hands. “WhyContinue reading “The Hitman and His Wife”

By Morning

By Andy Betz By morning they would come for me. I stole the funds, in small quantities, over a long time. A little here. A little there. I have been careful over the years. But, not careful enough. Walter, my associate, caught me last week. It took him nearly as long to research the lostContinue reading “By Morning”

Doomsday Book

By Dominic Tramontana Bill poked his head through the doorway, his son Tommy, tucked in bed. “Goodnight, son.” He flipped the switch, leaving only the night light to cast an orange shadow over the room. He worried how long his son would rely on the little light. The room was baby blue with white cloudsContinue reading “Doomsday Book”