Crime Fiction by J. Marquez Jr. The world is an anthology full of short stories and small clips. Everybody has a story to tell and everyone has something to say. But not everybody tells their story. The majority cruise through life creating interesting stories that they eventually take to their graves. Alike the world, IContinue reading “Chuco Has A Bad Day”
Tag Archives: Prison Fiction
Drunk Tank
Flash Fiction By Dick Johnson Carl awoke. His head hurt and the light was bright. His memory flooded back to him, and he realized where he was. He was in his underwear, and lying on a concrete bunk in a room with almost zero features. There were fluorescent lights in mesh glass above, grey rubberContinue reading “Drunk Tank”
Between The Lines
Crime Fiction By Michael Downing The guy didn’t shut up. One of the first things you learn inside is to keep quiet, especially when you don’t know any other cons, but apparently nobody taught him that lesson. Stark had been like that the first time he got sent up too – a tough punk whoContinue reading “Between The Lines”
Bag of Soap
Crime Fiction By Dick Johnson I was in the county jail. I won’t say which one. But, I was locked up in a cell block with 6 other guys. We were all awaiting trial. The cell block was made up of 2 cells with bunks, connected by a day room, with a table. The jailContinue reading “Bag of Soap”
The Wrong Name
Crime Fiction By Marco Etheridge The woman saw her face reflected in a thick pane of security glass smudged with the ghostly imprints of forgotten kisses. Her reflection was serious, nervous, pretty: Margaret Kayner, a young graduate student waiting to meet a monster.Beyond the glass barrier was a worn counter bare of anything except aContinue reading “The Wrong Name”
Octavia
Prison Fiction By Pablo Agrio We arrived late afternoon, after stops at several different penitentiaries in the immediate area. CDC bus rides in handcuffs and leg chains were always a nightmare. There was still the matter of processing but at least I could use the restroom without having to deal with all the restraints. ItContinue reading “Octavia”
Madeline
By Nicole Mancha I shift in my chair for the fifth time in twice as many minutes, attempting to relieve the discomfort of the stiff metal backing against my spine. Dr. Maryanne Warner sits across from me, scribbling furiously. It’s exhausting to watch, so I cannot even imagine how it must be for her. SheContinue reading “Madeline”