Flash Fiction by Jason M. Tucker I’m not a criminal. Well, maybe a little if you judge me by the literal definition of one. Or when you look at some twisted things I’ve done. It’s not that I’m sick. The world’s sick. And I need to visit violence on people before I can sleep. CleanContinue reading “Bleach”
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Where’s My Car
Crime Fiction by Andrew Ricchiuti I don’t know whether I heard the noise or felt the vibrations first. I was in bed. My bedroom is above the garage. The noise sounded like my garage door opened. “Your garage door is opening,” the smart device announced. “An unauthorized opening.” A little late but better thanContinue reading “Where’s My Car”
Most Likely To Succeed
Flash Fiction by Boyd Blackwood An avid insomniac Internet fact-hunter, he learned how two Dutch security geniuses hacked a way to open S•••••-brand RFID-based keycard locks covertly. The S••••• system is used in three million doors in 13,000 properties in 131 countries. Including this mid-range mid-western Ramada where now, six floors below him in theContinue reading “Most Likely To Succeed”
Heaps
Crime Fiction by Robert Wofford “I ain’t sure about this, Sheriff,” Deputy Barker said. “You gonna just knock that door down?” “You got a problem with it?” Sheriff Lowe said. “It’s a fuckin’ trailer at Starlight Trailer Park. A fuckin’ heap of shit in the middle of nowhere. Even God’s forgot about Starlight Trailer Park.Continue reading “Heaps”
Dirt
Crime Fiction By Sean Williams It was July. The sky resembled living watercolor; dark blues and soft purples slowly consumed the fiery streaks of sunset. The air was thick enough to taste, yet cool enough to breathe. The smells were vivid, damp grass, fresh dirt, and the unmistakable scent of sulfur. A congress of strangersContinue reading “Dirt”
Bedford Drive
Crime Fiction By Charles Jacobson Los Angeles: Friday, April 4, 1958. 8:06 pm. Detective Ken Stricker left his ailing mother at the Valley Hospital, put on a coat and slid into his black ’56 Packard. Vice had been quiet. He caught a 273 and 314 on the scanner, switched it off and dialed in GuyContinue reading “Bedford Drive”
Levels
Great Noir Fiction by Alec Cizak 7:23PM, Lublin, Indiana She’d aimed her husband’s work issued .9mm at his heart and squeezed the trigger. Not as much blood as she’d expected. The cops, or whoever, would have no problem cleaning it. She’d turn herself in. Shortly. She imagined folks might get upset by her lack ofContinue reading “Levels”
Shooting Gallery
Mystery Fiction by Lyndy Wibking It was 10:07 p.m., and still Jack was nowhere in sight. In her old car in a corner of the fairground’s huge dirt parking lot, Bonnie Honeybone stared out the windshield at the fair’s whirling, blurring, blinking riot of a skyline a hundred yards distant. Against the vast blackness ofContinue reading “Shooting Gallery”
The Walls In Here
Dystopian Horror Fiction by Erik Johnson Kevin stepped off the elevator, unsure where he was. A sign on a chrome stand pointed “New Arrivals,” down the hall. Obsidian walls were bathed in recessed, gold overhead lighting, so pristine they resembled giant black mirrors. Strange that, unlike the metal sign standing solo, he did not seeContinue reading “The Walls In Here”
The Robinsons
Flash Fiction By Gratia Serpento The Robinsons were good and kind people who never had anything terribly terrible happen to them. Aside from the disappearance of their thirteen-year-old daughter, which had happened over seven years ago, nothing ever happened to them. They lived their suburban lives, with Mr. Robinson as a veterinarian and Mrs. RobinsonContinue reading “The Robinsons”