Farther Outfield by Bretton Cadigan
Farther Outfield by Bretton Cadigan The team decided to go to the grave as a bonding trip. Well, Otto decided it. He’s the team captain after all. A few of them had never seen...
Vol 17
Byard’s Leap by Steven James Foreman
Byard’s Leap by Steven James Foreman Since its creation, in the year 1801, the company of Sowerby’s and Sons has been one of the leading auctioneering houses in London. In 1891, when my tale...
Arcadium by Noam Rabinovitch
Arcadium by Noam Rabinovitch The afternoon sun dipped lazily in the west, its dazzling rays playing peek-a-boo through the tall treetops; at times bright and at others diffused, all according to the gentle April...
Bag Lunch by James C. Clar
Editor’s Note: Read the previous adventures of the two Hawaii Police Detectives by clicking the link:“Pillow Talk”,“Beggars Would Ride” and“The Way The Cookie Crumbles” * Bag Lunch by James C. Clar “Tell us again...
First Prize by James C. Clar
First Prize by James C. Clar It had been three years, 1,095 days exactly. Stan remembered it like it was yesterday. The young hospice nurse looked on with sympathy and more than a little...
World Without End by Shelley K. Davenport
World Without End by Shelley K. Davenport Two days ago Kieran disappeared. Around mid-afternoon he went up into the forest to cut firewood. Although we have to go farther and farther afield these days...
King Arnold by Doug Hawley
King Arnold by Doug Hawley Our local Harbortown newspaper ran a strange item last week “I have two bowls stuck together. I’ve tried to pry them apart for a week. Next Tuesday at noon,...
First Kiss by Barry Garelick
First Kiss by Barry Garelick The night Anne became ill, she and Mark had talked as they often did at the end of the day. The sun was setting, casting long shadows and a...
Illusions of Pride by Rory Thomassen
Illusions of Pride by Rory Thomassen The UCS Acheron had one too many ghosts on board. As the captain, as a loyal man, Karrin blamed himself. After all, the ship was under his care...
The Wharfs by Evan O’Connor
The Wharfs by Evan O’Connor Rebecca stirred on her classroom’s sofa, unable to sleep deeply in the heat. Its old, saggy cushions sunk under her weight, trapping her in a sweaty embrace. The school...