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February 26, 2021
General Stories Nicholas Tomsko

The Voice Of The Valley

McCullum spat on the dusty earth and raised his monocular to the golden horizon. A faint speck slowly blossomed as a galloping horse drew closer to the lawless valley town. A sorrel mare appeared, carrying a lifeless rider that flopped about with each gallop.…
February 26, 2021
Flash Fiction Dhananchezhiyan

Keet

In Tamil Nadu, there was no general entrance examination for admission to medical studies four years ago but the general entrance examination called KEET has been in force form the last four years. This makes it difficult for many lay people to enrol in…
February 25, 2021
Crime Stories Charles West

The Texas Way

“I am afraid the Governor won’t be able to see you today,” the receptionist said politely. “This is unacceptable,” the man said. “Promises were made. I helped the governor get elected, you know. He is a friend of mine,” the man said, positive the one time he…
February 25, 2021
General Stories Hunter Warmack

Where Were You?

Oliver stared down at me, sweat dripping from his nose, and an empty sort of despair from his eyes. “Where were you?” I couldn’t fully grasp what he was asking. What on earth was he talking about? “Oliver please- “ “You’re every bit to blame as he is.” Oliver…
February 25, 2021
Mystery Stories Addison Pamment

The Bird In The Thorn Bushes

“Where is James now?” A question among the welcoming party of the boys’ own mother. His aunt, Elizabeth, stares across the empty plains of land across their property. “he must come back at some point, mustn’t he?” She asks her husband, the boy’s uncle, “he…
February 24, 2021
General Stories Saif Aly

The Things We Leave Behind

After my grandmother’s death, we found drawers filled with knick-knacks her pilot son would bring her. Is it our anxiety to not forget and not be forgotten that makes us collect things? Did you read about what Mrinal Sen’s son has done with his parents’…
February 24, 2021
Flash Fiction Russ Bickerstaff

Her And The Paper

There's sunlight streaming in through the window. The morning sun seems to be getting comfortable about the prospect of it being morning. There don't appear to be too many clouds outside to obscure much of anything. I'm lying on the floor next to a paper, but…
February 21, 2021
Mystery Stories Saniya Khakwany

Unexpected Turn of Events

Time had flown by quickly; every year, Sasha would make New Year resolutions, but she would fail to achieve every year. This year she thought to make a list that was easy to accomplish, but again, the year was about to come to an end, only a few hours left,…
February 21, 2021
General Stories Phil Carter

The Man In The Attic

Footsteps ascend the creaky stairs, alerting the man that it is time to eat. He lifts up his head from his book, and stares at the blank wall. He waits for the footsteps to disappear back down the stairs, before sliding his legs over the edge of the bed and…
February 18, 2021
Romance Stories Dunja Lozuk

Think Twice Before You Hit Send

Oh, no. No, no no. This cannot be happening. I was a magnet for disaster, but never have I imagined myself hurling into a toilet bowl after finding out the man I just had sex with was married with children. That is exactly what you get when you try to meet…
February 18, 2021
General Stories Tom Metzinger

D Sports

It was intimidating. There had never been this many people, a venue this large. They could play an NBA game in this arena. Focus. He had loaded up on carbs and proteins for a week. Two days ago, he switched to 100% fruits and vegetables with some additional…
February 15, 2021
Fantasy Stories Mohanjeet Kukreja

Lily

December 8, 2018 It was a Sunday and I was at the cemetery again to offer my floral tribute. With moistened eyes I looked at the headstone inscription, which read: Lily DeCruze May 17, 1959 – June 20, 2018 Your memory lives on! Around four years back… Still…

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To: This email address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it.

 

Re: Reduced Sentence for Murder

 

Dear Neal,

 

Thank you for taking the time to work with the police recently.

 

Before I begin, I need to make it clear this message will auto delete 5 minutes from opening or if you attempt to save it. So read carefully.

 

Over the past 3 months you have been working with Detective Pater, from Metro Police. You recorded a series of interviews to aid us in our investigations. And for your generous help with our inquiries you have been promised time off your sentence.

 

The twenty year sentence you received for the rape and murder of Sharon Glass was judged by the courts as sufficient. So, with good behaviour, you’d be out in ten. But once that steel door slammed shut on your first night inside your claustrophobia told you even 10 years in that hell would kill you. So you cut a deal. Confess to 2 unsolved murders and your sentence would be halved and then halved again - pretty sweet, out in two and a half years for the rape and murder of three young girls.

 

Detective Pater came out and went through everything with you. To discover what happened to poor Cindy Russell and Catherine Vine. Recording the interviews of what you had to say. You started coy, unsure how it would play out. The detective won your confidence though. To sign the immunity papers, he gave you that beautiful onyx fountain pen you loved so much and after that you were singing like a bird. Singing for your freedom.

 

“Singing” couldn’t be further from the truth though, could it? The degraded details you revealed on how and where you carried out the 2 unsolved murders feature some horrifically accurate descriptions. I didn’t know you could “slip” while strangling someone and crush their wind-pipe. Or how anyone could rape the dying Miss Russell as “the life went out of her eyes”.

 

 

I say interviews but they have become your confessions. The recordings leave no question to your guilt and confirm, beyond any reasonable doubt, you committed the other two murders. And how heinously you committed them. However, I did laugh during the last interview when you said “I feel like the truth has set me free”.

 

Now, though, it is time for my confessions. Detective Pater is no more a member of the police than you will be a free man. When he came to see you that first time you didn’t check to see if he was from Metro Police, did you? What you can now do is check the prison register - you have been visited many times over the last 3 months by David Paris. “Friend of the Family”.

 

It is my pleasure to reveal the man who conned you was the worst kind of con. A cheap, second-rate actor who I paid off in rye. It’s a crime to impersonate a police officer so I’ll spare you his personal details. But he’ll go back to his own, private hell while you’ll remain in yours. Forever.

 

You can rest easy, the evidence we collected is inadmissible in court so the police will not be receiving copies of your confessions. I am keeping those to drag myself back into darkness whenever my mood brightens. Instead the police will receive a tip-off telling them where to find the bodies of the missing girls. Amongst the orgy of horror you left will be the onyx fountain pen you admired so much. With your unmistakable finger prints.

 

Soon your life sentence will mean life. All that now awaits you is an eternity so ugly, lost and lonely in that tiny steel box you’d be better off just curling up and using your bed sheet as an eternal gag.

 

Do not worry. You are not alone. For the last 4 years I have always had hope my daughter Cindy would be found alive. From your description, I visited her mangled, decayed corpse 5 days ago. Unable to touch her, bury her or bless her, instead of flowers, all I could do was leave that onyx pen. What I saw will be my steel box for the rest of my days.

 

Forever together,

 

Conrad Russell

Father

 

 

My name is Thom Goddard and I am a writer living in High Roding, Essex, England. I previously wrote for the BBC and other television companies. This is my first crime flash fiction.

 

 

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