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Home Smoked by Mela Sarkar

“Boathouse. Another boathouse. More boathouses,” said Ron, pounding on each one briefly as the boys scrambled their way along the pebbly beach. They were nearly at the end of the bit of beach behind which a row of cottages straggled. Beyond the last shack on the beach the forest came...

A Wolf in the Head by Gloria Varley

Snow, deep over my boots, over my knees, a feeling it will swallow me up. My parents are dragging supplies on a sled but there's no room for me to sit. We walk in from the highway, the road an unbroken trail, all so different from the soft dusty surface...

One for Murder by Deborah Whelan

My screams ricochet off the corridor walls and I scramble out of Barnaby’s room. I press my forehead against the window and choke back the bile. I don’t have the stomach for this anymore. I’d retired early to get away from it. A wilting begonia sags against the glass, gasping for...

The Death Position by Elaine Bander

“Empty your mind,” said Rami, her voice like golden honey. “Let your thoughts float away like butterflies. Don’t try to control them. Breathe in through your nose, out through your mouth.”I was breathing in the chemical scent of the scratchy orange carpet beneath my yoga mat, the bean casserole simmering...

Hanging in the Shadows by Susan Cross

As the shutter snapped picture after picture of the interplay of light and shadow in the old oak forest on the night of the full moon, Shawna suddenly dropped her camera on the forest floor and tried to suppress a scream of terror.  The image of a person hanging in...

Decontamination by Jack Ruttan

Decon Tech William Gibbs blanched at the scene inside the tenement front door. A drug deal gone bad, both sides down shooting. The TV was playing some random sports channel. Snack dishes were overturned, bloody hands stilled in the act of reaching. Those hands would never dip another chip or crack...

Dye Her In Red by Heidi Joffe

At seven am, only a few students prowled around Ribauld University campus, and as one of them, Anita felt studiously determined to finish her project before the weekend. So far it had been a series of missteps: the dye was mislabeled, her print went missing, the third this year and...

Ashes and Dust by Gina MacArthur

Simply beautiful.They were the first words -the only words - that sprang to mind as he looked down at her face. The curve of her nose was perfect. Her eyelashes -wispy and delicate -lay softly against her skin, unblemished and smooth.Then suddenly he was struck by the memory of seeing her...

A Murder in Many Parts by Tina Wayland

Hands in the glove compartment. An ear in the tape deck. Bowls dangling from the gas tank.More metaphor than murder, Detective Grey thought. This case was going to be less about piecing the clues together than uncovering clues to where the pieces are. “The trunk?” Corban asked, impatient. The team was...

The Gift of Gold by Terrence Thomas

She'll be sorry.Percy Marsden set the pistol down on the arm of the chair and poured another generous glass of Scotch, spilling some but not caring.  As he put the bottle back on the table, the shower upstairs shuddered off.  He looked up at the ceiling and imagined his wife's...

The Body in the Black Dress by Ruth Sutherland

You want me to what?I couldn't believe what this guy was asking me to do.  But he did have the gun, after all.  I never realized how big a gun could be until I looked down the barrel of one. The guy was not pretty to look at and the...

The Milk of Human Evil by Geri Newell

PROLOGUEJUNE 25, 5:00 am, MONACO CASINO RESORT I lay in the immense king-size bed, with the fluffy duvet up to my chin, facing the floor to ceiling window.  The heavy drapes were opened to their fullest and I could make out the faint mauve outline of the Spring Mountain range in...

The Inefficiency of Dying Twice by Heather Husby-Wall

James was definitely dead.  His heart had stopped beating.  His eyes were glazed over.  His skin was cold and clammy from having lain in the slush-filled gutter for so long.  And, most damningly of all, he had a knife sticking out of his chest, a bullet in his brain, and...

Art Appreciation by Tanya Ambrose

Two undercover security guys from the PMO stood between the body and the painting. Dressed in trademark black suits and dark glasses they talked casually but every word was heard back at headquarters now that their jackets were wired for sound - less conspicuous that way.“It’s Poutine alright; he’s still...

Such a Change of Fortunes by Deb Loughead

Nothing more satisfying than a fresh block of wood.  As promising as a brand new day, awaiting him in its raw form to be transformed, given another chance in a brand new incarnation. Albert stood at his basement work bench and rubbed his hands together as if to warm them...

Tell Me Not To by Megan Cavon

I click the clothespin open and shut.  It's cheaply made and the metal spring is coated with rust.  Still, it opens and closes with little complaint.  Such an innocuous object, yet, I hold it with a gloved hand.  Her body is covered with them.  It isn’t my job to count,...

Autumn Descent by Diane Wallace

The cornucopia overflowed with mini pumpkins, rose-hips and polished apples. It was flanked on either end of the harvest table by chunky candles and pewter vases filled with wild asters. All was in readiness for the Bennet's annual, harvest festival dinner. Elizabeth wouldn't be missed until everyone had arrived, until...

Stanley Park by Travis McLean

1983It was a Sunday night and Penelope Lau took the lever in her small palms and began to work at it, triggering the gates that held in the saltwater of Second Beach pool. They pulled back and the water, no longer trapped within the warm stonewalls, rushed back out towards...

What's the Frequency Kenneth? by Todd Brown

The investigating officer already knew a lot.For example, he knew the victim had mass, but no energy. On the subject of mass, the Detective knew that the victim was a mass of contradictions.He knew he’d been fat and extravagant, but that he liked Hemingway. He knew he’d been meticulous in...

A Man Falls, Burning by Susan Ellis

A man falls, burning. He falls lightly, carelessly, faster than the snowflakes falling with him, streaming smoke. No one sees him fall, with the exception of a dog sleeping curled up in the snow, covered in a dusting of new snowflakes, protected by his double pelt of stiff black fur...

Missing Clayton by Bev Irwin

I don’t like it here. It’s dark. It’s cold. Why doesn’t Mommy come and get me? She knows I don’t like the dark.“Your mommy has to find you,” the man had said.Where is she?“It’s a game,” he said.He grabbed my arm. It hurt. It’s not a good game. He’s not...

Optimist Road by MJ Snyder

The last time I saw my old man, his knuckles were bloody, his face spattered with red freckles. Blood on his mouth too, thanks to my one good punch. His eyes were empty, the pupils black holes. I remember thinking He’s going to kill me. This time, he’s going to...

Copper and Diamonds by Joanne Coish

I was too late. Blood spread over the floors and ceiling like paint, but in a colour and odour that no one would deliberately choose. Copper, always copper along with that new penny smell with just a hint of the horror that was to come. I wasn’t always too late....

Scarlet by Jennifer Sterne-Pownall

The knife’s blade flashed as she pulled it from her mother’s chest.  It slid out much easier than the child had thought it would, and she fell back against the floor, the knife slipping from her hand and spinning across the hardwood. “Mom?” she repeated, quieter and more pleading than...

Crimes Seen by Kevin Thornton

“The Problem with blood is that it sticks to your skin,” said Jonathan, in between the screams of the electric saw.  Leila glanced down at her naked body, and then across the room to where their clothes lay, piled on a small table, away from the red spray. “It’s all very...

'Til Death Us Do Part by Karen Janigan

Paula Baker angled her sailboard slight downwind to skirt a ghostly white mass floating in the evening sunset in the middle of Mahone Bay. A sunken tender, she thought, as the wind died and abandoned her to inertia. When the bow of her board bounced off something that made the same...

Halloween Taxi Ride by Barbara Baker

"How much further?” I question the driver. “We should be there by now.” “Soon,” his leather finger pokes my thigh. He laughs. I jerk my legs over to the door; press my palms into my jeans. No lights blink in the dusk. Tall tree ghosts edge the rural highway. Wish I’d checked...

Home Sweet Home by Elisa McRae

Officer Galos pulled into the driveway. He didn’t bother putting the park brake on. The dispatcher had been wrong. His house hadn’t been broken into, as she’d reported. This wasn’t a break-in. It couldn’t be called a break-in when the door had been literally removed from its hinges and placed...