Posts Tagged ‘ Spinetingler fiction ’

FICTION: Mop Up Afterwards By Michael McGlade

May 25, 2014
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Matt dashed past the thatch-faced doorman, bounded up the spiral staircase and came to another door. Late again. Sweat in his eyes. He struck the door buzzer, angled his face toward the surveillance camera and waited. He tucked in his shirt, which was wrinkled and too large, like it belonged to someone else. The...

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FICTION: The Bridge by J.S. Breukelaar

April 28, 2014
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You haven’t heard this one? says Cousin Fie. It happened years back at the college. True story. This girl, a freshman, was rooming with another girl over at Old Dorm Hall. Well the girls in those days were from all over, rich girls from Rhode Island in their Calvin Klein cutoffs and their yoga...

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FICTION: Sea of Razorblades by Robert Acosta

March 30, 2014
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“Isn’t it beautiful?” Clara asked. The full moon shimmered in her eyes as she looked out over the dark water. On the top deck at two in the morning, they had the ocean to themselves. “It is,” was all Sam could come up with. The rough pitch and yaw of the cruise liner made...

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FICTION: Inexplicably by B.R. Stateham

March 9, 2014
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FICTION: Inexplicably by B.R. Stateham

Henry Mancini’s Spook drifted across the semi-dark dance floor. Mancini. Smooth jazz with a touch of noir lurking deep between the longing chords of the pianos and saxophones. The perfect music for someone to die suddenly. Inexplicably. On the black tile dance floor the city’s finest danced in furs, diamonds and black tuxedos. On...

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FICTION: Wave to Me by Martin Zeigler

February 16, 2014
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Vernon pulls out his cell, thumbs the speed dial, listens through the rings. He knows she’s there, knows she’s looking at her own cell right now, at the caller id, trying to decide: should she take it, should she take it? Vernon, of course, wants her to. The sweet taste of victory depends on...

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FICTION: The Lady in the Lake by J. E. Seymour

January 28, 2014
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It seemed like an open and shut case. Simple, really. Elderly woman with Alzheimer’s wanders off, falls in the lake. Not even any reason to call me. But, (there always seems to be a but) her son is the chief of police in the little town where it happened, she was out of the...

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FICTION: Ghost Ship by Thomas Canfield

November 17, 2013
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The Sacramento’s last port of call was Vladivostok, far on the periphery of eastern Russia. They were presently riding off the Aleutian Islands, bound for Juneau and, eventually, Seattle. They had encountered only one other vessel in their transit of the Bering Sea, a Japanese fishing trawler which had returned their salute but had...

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FICTION: El Monstruo by Taylor Brown

November 3, 2013
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Pelicans. Seven or eight of them, in echelon. Their shadows skated along the sand, the docks and beached boats. Rising, falling. Ty watched them from the wheel of the boat. His father, standing in the stern, made his hand into a gun. He tracked them, one eye scrunched to aim. “Pow!” he said. “Don’t...

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