Yellow Fish–the small, but often busy tavern–was slower than usual tonight. Dusty turned to his friend, Gareth, and with whiskey filled words asked, “Doo y–you. Know. Who that…izzzzzz?” Gareth turned toward the swinging bar door where just outside a broad shoulder man lay slumped against a tree. Heavy rain had…

Marlin Sacristan poured himself a double and fell into his leather sofa to enjoy it. He let the warm whiskey sit on his tongue as he tried to distinguish the different notes. It was a nice evening. Until it wasn’t. The old school landline phone that was still attached to…

A Detective Tale — All because of a small leather hip flask. Held discreetly beneath baggy clothes. Detective Neville Schmidt had not had so much as a drop of alcohol in the last seven years. Avoiding the after shift drinks with 'The Boys,’ the occasional drink on a dinner date, and the nip of…

Fantasy Fiction — A dusty snow, light and non threatening, graced the village. The mountain air was cold against Farron’s exposed skin. That, plus the excitement of the day’s upcoming event sent a chill through his body that made his shoulders shake. “Can you believe your time has come?” One of the elders…

Dark Fiction — Carl Stetson watched the blood drip from the tree’s remaining leaves down to the heavy snow below. Drip. Drip. It reminded him of a snow cone. The way the Tiger’s Blood flavoring melted the icy top as it traveled down to pool at the bottom of the cup. The blood…

Old magic is afoot — The city of Lion’s Mold was much like its name. Half the city was filled with luxuries and riches to suit a king, while the other half was quite the contrary–slimy and shaded in shadow to suit the criminals. Mazel Marks was one of those criminals. …

Random Fiction — Ghost poured himself a healthy amount of the expensive Scotch–a drink that carried a price tag of more than $60,000–The Dalmore 50 Crystal Decanter was one of sixty bottles that existed in the world. He savored the flavor, tasting notes of burnt chocolate and orange. …

Random Fiction — The golden light of morning burst through the gray sky to indicate a new day and Kylee Bushel had a feeling that it was going to be a good one. She clambered out of bed and into the warmth of the shower to rinse away whatever grogginess remained from the…

A serial killer who’s never killed — The cold of night crept in through the open window, shrouding Lucas Hoff like a ghostly blanket. He shivered. More from excitement than the cold. She looked so peaceful, Mollie Lorraine, as she slept with the pale moonlight bathing her skin. Lucas slid the knife out from beneath his cloak…