By Kevin Reigle Red and blue police lights reflected off the frosted store windows. The snow glowed from the moonlight as it fell on the city park. Onlookers stood behind the yellow police tape near the gazebo, intently watching the officers examine the body. Flashes from the crime photographer’s camera made the crowd uneasy asContinue reading “Nightfall”
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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”
Grovers Mill
By Devin James Leonard Dear Mercer County Sheriff’s Department, My name is Winston, and by the time anyone should find this letter that I have left on the dining room table, I shall be long gone. The date is October 31, 1938, and the reason for my writing this is in relation to the twoContinue reading “Grovers Mill”
Dead Flies
By Lindsay Fudim By the time my swatter cracks down on the porch railing like a court gavel the fly is a pancake. Again, I lift the swatter to the air and mercilessly bring it down on the dead fly’s companion, sending sawdust and splintered wood into the air as I do so. “By God,Continue reading “Dead Flies”
The Exit
By Dylan Todd “Take a seat, son.” The old man pointed at a chair directly across from himself. Tommy obliged. Tommy had been to several sit downs just like this, but never the focus of said sit down. Nervous, he fought every instinct to run, but he knew that to run would mean that heContinue reading “The Exit”
Best Served Cold
by Krystal Mossbarger “What do you have?” Detective Loughty asks when he enters the room. What I have is a stomach threatening to ruin my career. The grotesque scene surrounding us is my first case since being promoted to detective. I attempt to adopt Loughty’s casual attitude; he looks as if he’s attending a partyContinue reading “Best Served Cold”
A Fondness For Murder
By Harry Neil When a man finds that he is good at a thing, it is only natural that he should develop a fondness for it. That is probably why Boynton Fenwick developed a fondness for murder. It begs the question, though, of how he discovered that he was good at murder in the firstContinue reading “A Fondness For Murder”
Tunnel Rat
By Robb White He took out the same folded sheet and smoothed it out on my coffee table as delicately as if it were the Shroud of Turin. “My dad drew this up before he left Saigon,” Tran replied. “And this?” I asked. I jabbed a finger at the fat X. Tran relayed the storyContinue reading “Tunnel Rat”
The Last Mrs. Roberts
By Marco Etheridge I am the second Mrs. Roberts. There will not be a third. Waste no time with mourning. Mr. Roberts was not a nice man. The first Mrs. Roberts is no more. She ceased to be in the fourth year of her marriage to Mr. Roberts. He killed her. Her murder was notContinue reading “The Last Mrs. Roberts”