Category: Fiction

Norwegian American Troll

The Norwegian American Troll

fiction by Dennis Maulsby Father Donahey, in blue-striped pajamas and ancient checked flannel robe, sat in a Bentwood rocker in the rectory’s screened-in back porch. A gentle breeze murmured through the netting, bringing the...

Pete's Baby

Pete’s Baby

fiction by M.E. Purfield Gussie Dietz drove Pete Carr’s “baby” white Firebird up New Jersey Parkway on their way to Montclair, on the promise she would take good care of it. The young FBI...

Rolling Lucky

Fiction by Peter DiChellis Detective Budd Aasen confronted his suspect, an ex-con named Duke Tibson, as Tibson slurped a glass of cheap vodka at a rickety table in a run-down bar in North Minneapolis....

Her Husband’s Secret

fiction by Glynis Scrivens Celine stumbled upon Anders’s secret identity by chance. He’d always been a creature of habit. Lunching at the same café. Driving home along the exact route. Holidaying in the same...

Ellen Denton

Wolf in Wolf’s Clothing

fiction by Ellen Denton It was a beautiful spring day when I finally left the dreary confinement of Folsom State Prison after doing a dime there for robbing a deli and hitting the elderly...

The President of Sterling City Bank

fiction by Darin Z. Krogh The President of Sterling City Bank, Mr. Virgil Edwin Penrose, was out cold. His head flopped to one side as he sat slumped in the chair. Masculine voices brought...

Eat up, Camilla

Eat up, Camilla

fiction by Glynis Scrivens “It’s too late to put in an application for the job, Nora. Last Friday was the deadline,” Camilla said, flicking her newly blonded hair out of her eyes.  “But I...

Matisse of the Action

fiction by Lee Hammerschmidt “And where exactly did you acquire these?” asked Cherise Chevalier, a gorgeous, dark-haired, long, cool drink of Möet. We were in her tony gallery, Chevalier Fine Art and Collectibles. You’ve...

Stolen

fiction by Lindy Greaves The room is dimly lit. One bare bulb sways slightly in an invisible draft. Opposite the locked door, snow swoops silently into the glass from a black void. Paint peels...

Mrs. Nezzbit’s Mailman

Fiction by W.M. Pienton Old Mrs. Nezzbit sat in her kitchen drinking tea. With nothing better to do, she was keeping an eye on her mailbox through the screen door. A childless widow, she...