Death Comes Silently
fiction by Glynis Scrivens Detective Karen Olsen stepped through the rubble of overturned furniture and books, making her way to the oak desk, where Professor Anders Johansen sat slumped, a revolver in his right...
Category: Fiction
Vision Quest
fiction by Richard Thomas I hear cars outside on the street, the world slipping by, and I wonder how I got here. Accident, what does that word mean—random, unintentional? Accidental. Accidents. We all have...
I’ll Call You
fiction by Glynis Scrivens “I’ve worked out the perfect way to kill someone and get away with it.” Carl looked pleased with himself as he took a long sip of chilled cider. They were...
Don’t tell
fiction by Tim Chapman When the police arrive you tell them you were coming from the kitchen with a big bowl of popcorn when you heard the blast. You tell them you dropped the...
Spirits of the Forest
fiction by Michael Allan Mallory “There it is.” Stig gestured to the cracked white birch by the edge of the road. “Almost there!” His athletic build easily quickened the pace. Harald struggled to keep...
Lily of the Valley
fiction by Jessica Laine-Mork It was a fixer-upper in a nice neighborhood where nothing ever happened. At the closing, Harold shook hands with Marjorie and James. “I hope you’ll be as happy as Lilith...
What We Do for Love
fiction by Tim Chapman Frank Mosley was alone in the little room behind the chapel as he inspected the collection of crutches, photographs, and testimonial letters that covered the wood paneled walls. It was...
Racing to the Bright Unknown
fiction by M.E. Purfield Pace Dustin slung the bag full of cash over his shoulder and ran from his busted car into the woods. The crescent moon hung bright in the black, star-dotted sky...
The Ghost Shirt & the Gold Medallion
a fictionalized historical story by Larrie Wanberg It happened some time ago on the day before Christmas. The days were short in that season and mornings came late. But on this evening in history,...
The Case of the Missing Instrument
fiction by Atar J. Hadari He sat with a pint at one of the thick brown benches outside the National Film Theatre and realized he’d no idea where his instrument was. He had been...
