MOLLY PITCHER by Daniel Picker
MOLLY PITCHERby Daniel Picker
IThe early spring sun shone brightly outside the kitchen windows as our mom stood over the griddle on the stove in the kitchen, making us French Toast, my favorite. She then...
CADAVER IN THE FOREST by Robert Faszczewski
CADAVER IN THE FORESTby Robert Faszczewski
Author’s Note: The following story is purely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or incidents is strictly coincidental.
*****The badly decomposed body lay deep in a long-unused well in one...
A FORK IN THE ROAD by Gary Delmar Jaycox
A FORK IN THE ROADby Gary Delmar Jaycox
“Can I pee in the back of your truck? Pleeeese.” Thus roused from a fleeting daydream, I turned to my left to see her standing there. On...
FINDING HER by Bianca Bonilla
FINDING HERby Bianca Bonilla
When I went to check the time, I got an incoming call from my sister. Right from when I
picked up the phone, I thought I was going to go deaf. Emily...
ON THE RUN by Victoria Rowse
ON THE RUNby Victoria Rowse
It was a regular day I got home about noon when I noticed the previously empty house was now alive with activity, I looked through my kitchen window to see...
SILVIES VALLEY RANCH by Michael Amato
SILVIES VALLEY RANCHby Michael Amato
"Morning, Sheriff," Cole says. "What's going on here, Cole," the Sheriff says. . "We received a disturbing call earlier today from Silvies Valley Ranch," Cole says. "That's like the fifth...
CHRISTMAS TREE HEIST by Angela Smith
CHRISTMAS TREE HEISTby Angela Smith
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing on the other end of my cellphone. Someone had been cutting down the Colorado blue spruce trees, Fraser fir trees, and even a...
FLAMENCO FOR BEGINNERS by Anita Haas
FLAMENCO FOR BEGINNERS by Anita Haas
Peggy splashed water on her face and left the ladies’ room. The dry heat of late June in Madrid had made her feel faint. Wooden floors groaned under her step,...
THE WOMAN by Christopher Carroll
THE WOMANby Christopher Carroll
Todd climbed into his car after leaving the bar. The sky fell out from underneath, as the wind pressed up against the car. It sounded like a bullet train was passing...
THE RUN by Stan Dryer
THE RUNby Stan Dryer
Harry Staunten had travelled far in Thatchford. He had run its broad streets in springtime, between the ample lawns bright with blooming shrubs. He had lapped the track at Langley Park...