Great Crime Flash Fiction by Dick Johnson. Carl awoke. His head hurt and the light was bright. His memory flooded back to him, and he realized where he was. He was in his underwear, and lying on a concrete bunk in a room with almost zero features. There were fluorescent…

Great Crime Poem by Hillary Lyon Tell Me a Story, She Said, Make it a mystery. So I concocted a tale, a cocktail concerning a private plane, a stowaway, a debris field. A secret affair, a radical manifesto, a tiny rhythmic beeping. Red numbers tumbling down like crisp autumn leaves. …

By Chris Bunton Let’s look at Safe Traffic Stops. Do you like getting pulled over by the cops? Nobody does. It’s going to cost you money and time. It causes anxiety and real fear in some people. For many it’s called “Driving while Black” So, I would like to suggest…

Great Survival Fiction by Andy Betz I packed my Chevy S-10 with guns and ammo, bows and arrows, picks and shovels, flares, tires, tools, how-to manuals, can goods, clothes, knives, first aid kits, medicines, gasoline, propane and butane tanks, silver coins and a box of various springs, Raman noodles, bottles…

Great Dystopian Fiction by Melissa R. Mendelson Government and Corporation are our parents, and the rest of us are children. Well, except the ten percent now that were thrown out into the cold. Harley sat back in his chair with the gray pen dangling between his fingers. The desk light…

Great Crime Fiction by Anika K. Clausen The plastic lies heavy on my frozen limbs. My efforts to move are pointless, screaming –impossible. My idle olfactory capabilities allow me to discern the remaining air underneath my suffocating duvet. An iron odor fills my uncompromising trap. With my limited peripheral vision…

True Crime by Chris Bunton I traveled to Nashville, Tennessee recently to have a Valentines Day get away with my wife. We checked out the Frist Art Museum, where they had a Picasso exhibit, and we went to Andrew Jackson’s home, “The Hermitage“. While there I did some research on…

Great Crime Fiction by A. Williams Jason ran his hand through his dark curly hair as he stood in line at the bank. His boss hadn’t even wanted to let him off early even though he knew the bank closed at 5 p.m. He hated his job. “Put your cell…

Great Crime Fiction by Edward Sheehy I’m done writing first-person point-of-view stories. My latest saga of a modern family stretching back several generations, voiced by 72 first-person characters including pet dogs and cats and a crow circling the narrative dispensing omniscient commentary, had been soundly rejected by dozens of publishers…