The day was calm. The Blue Fin, my faithful fishing vessel, rocked gently on the Atlantic Ocean forty miles out
Over the next two days, Spinetingler will reveal the honorable mentions and winners of the PAY THE BITCH BACK short
Oonie did not want to be in a nameless bar in a town called Contrahecho being stared at by a
Even though I was in my office trying to recuperate from an ill-fated relationship, my digits trailed along the hall,
“Tragedy.” “Just a wee little thing.” “And she so young.” “He’ll burn in hell, he will.” Their words slither upward
On the third day we camped next to a red tent with the loose rain fly. Cam pitched our yellow
The question of the day is: I know your max word limit for fiction is 5,000 words. is that firm?
We’re a fan of the late Robert B. Parker, so we tuned into CBS Television Tuesday night to watch Tom
If Dean Alan Miles had simply turned into a roach, this would not have been such a bad day for
“I’m gonna get this guy.” That’s what you promise yourself when you’re a thirty year-old detective working your first homicide.
Usually you write in the genre you love to read. As a lifelong passionate reader I’ve been in love with
My name is Priscilla and I am six years old. Not that I could tell anyone that, since I was
Don was between Grand Central and Greenwich when he heard the guy behind him jabbering into a cell phone. “I