Super Max by Chris Hobson
Super Max by Chris Hobson “Of course it’s you,” said Charlene the post woman, nodding her head at Max’s computer screen. He’d been reading the details of the bust online when Charlene walked in,...
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The Soul Lift Blues by Harrison Kim
The Soul Lift Blues by Harrison Kim Janine went in for botox injections, two in the middle of her forehead to wipe out the deepening vertical line between her wide brown eyes. “This won’t...
Herbert Squires by Hugh Dufour
Herbert Squires by Hugh Dufour We joins the queue of the methadone clinic at By Market. The man wears a leather jacket, baggy jeans, a blue denim shirt and large tortoiseshell sunglasses. Looks like...
The Power of Why by Raven Corinn Carluk
The Power of Why by Raven Corinn Carluk Meredith knelt by AJ with her case of vodka, noticeably close like she wanted to talk. He continued restocking, waiting for her to speak. She didn’t...
The Farm by N T Franklin
The Farm by N T Franklin Jackie, blonde with blue eyes and very curvy, was a living Barbie doll. Graduating top of her high school class, she was smart, too. On campus, she never...
The Case of the Clockwork Dragon in the Crescent City by Rachel A. Brune
The Case of the Clockwork Dragon in the Crescent City by Rachel A. Brune Something muttered under the city, a great sleeping beast, aching to stretch its claws yet again. It tainted the seasonal...
Chasing Shadows by Donald D Shore
Chasing Shadows by Donald D Shore Heading east on the I-40, crossing the endless sea of desert and flat-topped plateaus rising like tombstones across the bronzed New Mexico valley, Dan’s eyes fell to the...
The Chamber by Jon D Lee
The Chamber by Jon D Lee My Dearest Stephen, No doubt this letter will come as a surprise. It has been some years since we last corresponded, through a fault I now readily...
Ilysveil: You Can Not Scream by J. H. Zech
Ilysveil: You Can Not Scream by J. H. Zech Corvus Morgenstern stood in the shadow of the crystal-laden white tower before him. A blue banner with a sun and crescent moon symbol flew off...
Advent in the Graveyard by Derek McMillan
Advent in the Graveyard by Derek McMillan “What are we doing here?” asked Micah, “It doesn’t look like a crime scene, although there are bodies all over the place.” “We are interested in one...
