The Exercise Bike by Steve Slavin
The Exercise Bike by Steve Slavin 1 Remember the mild-mannered reporter rushing into a telephone booth, and emerging seconds later as Superman? Well, no one ever mistook me for Superman, but my friends often...
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A Body in the Bay by N. T. Franklin
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...
The Sniper by NT Franklin
The Sniper by NT Franklin A gang violently assaulted Andrea when she was 10; Rosa had to get her niece out of Lynn, Massachusetts to heal. Rosa had been caring for her twin sister...
“A Garland of Blue Lotus” by Shefali Shah Choksi
“A Garland of Blue Lotus” by Shefali Shah Choksi The brass vessel clanged on the stone floor, and a sudden alarm rippled through the palace. The princess’s temper was legend all through Kashi. Every...
Kirkland’s Pond Bridge by Colin Pryor
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...
Grease Frightening by Kristy Kassie
Grease Frightening by Kristy Kassie Terriyaki-drizzled pork chops with roasted garlic and chillies, golden-brown potatoes, still-crisp zucchini, red pepper and carrot gleamed through a waft of steam. The meal looked as scrumptious as the...
Bestie Box by Tom W. Miller
Bestie Box by Tom W. Miller Even as she held the phone and listened to Danielle, her best friend, offer words of comfort, Tara could not avert her longing gaze from the photograph of...
Office Mouse by S.J.Budd
Office Mouse by S.J.Budd It was the third time that Clara had dreamt that horrible dream again, but even worse, it was a Monday; the beginning of another week. She hated her job, and...
Where is David Addison by Leroy B. Vaughn
Where is David Addison by Leroy B. Vaughn I’ve been a skip tracer since the early nineties and have worked more cases than I can remember, but this case was the strangest one for...
The Bend by Michael Mohr
The Bend by Michael Mohr My body ripped up at a ninety-degree angle, my eyes popping open, hearing what sounded like a freight train. Brian was asleep, his rucksack propping his head up like...