A Story For Sunday: Friday The Thirteenth by B.R. STATEHAM

‘He turned around and glanced at his partner.  The monstrous goon was standing directly in front of the burning headlights of the Ford Mustang, big mitts for hands stuffed into the pockets of his slacks, and fully outlined like some black silhouette of a nightmare. He smiled at that thought. It was Friday the 13th.’Continue reading “A Story For Sunday: Friday The Thirteenth by B.R. STATEHAM”

A Story For Sunday: THE STATE OF THE CHURCH OF BOWIE IN 2525 BY K. A. LAITY

‘My beloved in Ziggy—transplendent be his name!—there are some troubling trends of late in our nation. Despite the ubiquity of our faith—it’s rare to see anyone not wearing a lightning bolt, admittedly, whether on a chain around their neck or in a discreetlapel pin—I am hearing reports from the periphery of our great lands thatContinue reading “A Story For Sunday: THE STATE OF THE CHURCH OF BOWIE IN 2525 BY K. A. LAITY”

A (Halloween) Story For Sunday: The Endless Sleep by Paul D. Brazill

ONE Anita watches the dowdy girl shuffle through the group of smartly dressed young men, carrying a big green bag and dragging her club foot behind her. The girl struggles onto the bar stool, making sure that her lank, brown hair hangs down to cover her scars. She vainly tries  to attract the attention ofContinue reading “A (Halloween) Story For Sunday: The Endless Sleep by Paul D. Brazill”

A Story For Sunday: A Twist Of Noir by Eric Beetner

Christopher Grant‘s late great A Twist Of Noir was one of the first places to publish my yarns, and was the home to writing from all sorts of top crime crime writers. Including Eric Beetner who went all capricious when he came up with this: ‘Keith and Jake were two of the sorriest excuses forContinue reading “A Story For Sunday: A Twist Of Noir by Eric Beetner”

A Story For Sunday: MOONWALKING AT THE GRAB-A-GRANNY INN by Karl Koweski

‘Culley didn’t consider himself a criminal.  Criminality carried the eventual obligation of justice and punishment.  Culley preferred the term “outlaw” when describing himself to Hoyt, his cohort in crime.  He liked to think he existed outside the law the way the Amish lived outside the realm of technology.’ Read the rest HERE at NEAR TOContinue reading “A Story For Sunday: MOONWALKING AT THE GRAB-A-GRANNY INN by Karl Koweski”

A Story For Sunday: Waiting To Take You Away by Jason Michel

‘ Dark. Light. The man blinks five times. Twice slowly with effort. Three times fast. His eyes are adjusting to the light of the room. There is no sunlight here. The sun has gone a long, long way from here. There is the smell of damp from the aged and tired wooden table to the sideContinue reading “A Story For Sunday: Waiting To Take You Away by Jason Michel”

A Story For Sunday: The Long Drop by Jake Hinkson

‘Two days ago, I woke up with my face buried in the green industrial carpet of a hotel room. I was still in my police uniform, but my mask was crooked and my black cape was wrapped around my throat. When I pushed myself up, my head slopped around like a goldfish bowl. Taking aContinue reading “A Story For Sunday: The Long Drop by Jake Hinkson”

A Story For Sunday: What’s In The Cellar ? by Jeanette Cheezum

A few years ago, over at the late, lamented THRILLERS, KILLERS N CHILLERS, Jeanette Cheezum gave us this chiller: ‘1940: Deep in the woods of Georgia. If it rained or snowed no one would come down to check on Lucy. She wore diapers, sometimes only one a day until she turned four. The weight ofContinue reading “A Story For Sunday: What’s In The Cellar ? by Jeanette Cheezum”

A Story For Sunday: The Writing On The Wall by Col Bury

‘Sarah Brinkley was too timid for the Job and soon realised it wasn’t for her.  To be honest, deep down she had known all along.  She’d learned quickly that working Moss Side and Longsight certainly wasn’t for the faint-hearted.  Anyway, they’d frozen her pay, and upped the retirement age and her pension contributions, so thereContinue reading “A Story For Sunday: The Writing On The Wall by Col Bury”

A Story For Sunday: A Red Lipstick by Cormac Brown

‘Gold, black, green and purple spots. When they are part of an Impressionist painting, they are beautiful, but Lara’s skin is not a canvas by Monet. No, in the dingy light of the diner bathroom, her arms and legs look like they’ve been touched by the brush of DeSade or Torquemada. She winces, not atContinue reading “A Story For Sunday: A Red Lipstick by Cormac Brown”

A Story For Sunday: Just Like Dillinger by Bill Baber

‘Don’t ask.  Don’t, because I couldn’t tell you. What I can tell you is that killing two junkies in a Tucson alley for the cash they had just gotten from cashing some paltry government check wasn’t worth the needle ride it might cost us. Jimmy and me must have been stupid. It was the kindContinue reading “A Story For Sunday: Just Like Dillinger by Bill Baber”

A Story For Sunday: Last Exit by Chris Leek

Chris Leek’s Last Exit is classic hardboiled stuff over at BEAT TO A PULP. People say life begins at forty. It doesn’t. The fact is it’s been going on all the while, only you’ve been too busy to notice; forty is just the age when you start to worry about how much of it youContinue reading “A Story For Sunday: Last Exit by Chris Leek”