It’s been a while since we checked in with our friends at Shotgun Honey to see what new flash crime fiction they’ve gathered lately. We discovered newcomer B.L. Conrad with a clean writing style and proves he knows how to open and close a story. Check out “Home Invasion.”
Author Bruce Krajewski reached out to me asking me to look at his story published on Akashic’s Mondays Are Murder. I’m glad he did. In under 750 words he gives us two vivid characters and one hell of a great twist. I look forward seeing more of his work. Enjoy.
I asked Shotgun Honey founder and editor Chris Irvin if the site had published a good Thanksgiving story and he suggested this tale of neighbors during the holidays, told through a police confession. You can be thankful for not living in this neighborhood.
With Boston authors Edwin Hill and Scott Von Doriak coming this Saturday, we found a bean town crime tale from Akashic’s Mondays Are Murder site. Here, author Frank Possemato describes the most dramatic moment of a hood’s life in one paragraph.
We continue celebrating International Crime Fiction Month with short stories chosen from the Akashic website’s Monday’s Are Murder. In “The Yellow Dress” Christopher Miguel takes us to Mexico for an elegant story of memory, romance, and, of course, crime.
Frank Bill is one of our favorite new voices. His brand of rough and tumble, visceral country crime fiction has a fresh hard boiled style that has landed him respect with the literary set as well as crime fiction fans. His books Crimes In Southern Indiana and Donnybrook have received some great praise. If you haven’t experienced his work, here’s a taste from a story published in Beat To A Pulp earlier this year.
“Tobar Hicks and Molly Sellers’d led a life fueled by blistered hands of bad luck and the greasy-boned labor of living below the poverty line, scrapping everything from spent trailers, fridges, washing machines and A/C units to barter an existence from salvage yards in and around southern Indiana and northern Kentucky. With the windows down and the 10 a.m. sun bringing the burn of another thick day, sweat bucketed down Tobar’s forehead as he wheeled the ’88 Ford Ranger with four slick treads from Freedom Metals’ tin-sided exit. Chris Knight blared from the CD player singing “Jack Blue.”
The truck coughed, jerked and lost power….”