A-hab by Edd B. Jennings
A-hab by Edd B. Jennings The path to my fixed purpose is laid with iron rails whereon my soul is grooved to run.—Moby Dick (chapter 37) Damn, she was hot, which was why I...
A-hab by Edd B. Jennings The path to my fixed purpose is laid with iron rails whereon my soul is grooved to run.—Moby Dick (chapter 37) Damn, she was hot, which was why I...
A Body in the Bay by N. T. Franklin The body floated into Razor Bay, but nobody noticed. It was early evening Sunday and the New England Patriots were playing the late game. The...
Kirkland’s Pond Bridge by Colin Pryor Kirkland’s Pond sat next to Fenton High School. A former mill-pond turned state park, it served as a recreational area to thousands of boaters, fishermen, and day hikers...
What can you tell me about mercy? by Jeff C. Stevenson Tim wasn’t looking for a fortune teller, but since he needed one, he suddenly saw their signs everywhere. Walk-ins Welcome. So he did...
Loco Hombre’s Journey Home by Jay Helmstutler Gonna drive this motherfucker Marcos out to the middle of nowhere and finish this shit. Or should I say, get this shit under way. Been four fucking...
392 Days by Christopher Hivner I saw metallic wings in the sky, watched them move up and down pushing the cold air in circles. They were huge, each bigger than a school bus. The...
The Woman at the Piano By m.j. cleghorn The 1934 Black Ebony Steinway stood alone and upright against the whitewashed wall. The woman at the piano was dead. The last few moments of her...
Dead Masks by Jesse Pollard Her name is Emily Graveland. If you’re a hero or a villain in Chevron City, she’s probably your dry cleaner. She’s a tall, ghostly pale woman, wearing black leather...
Editor’s Note: Here is a thriller and mystery wrapped tight. Conscience is the devil in a criminal mind. Dead men tell no tales, but sometimes they don’t need to. The Dead at Hill’s Pond by...