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Terrific Tales

by Larissa Reinhart


Camaros and winter don’t go together. But it wasn’t my Camaro, and I’d planned on putting many miles between me and the owner. Not that he cared about the Camaro. Lex would find it funny. Me making a getaway from him on the worst possible day with the worst possible vehicle.

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by Nancy Brewka-Clark



When Lemuel Kittredge came to, he was high, high up, lying in a drafty cage of planks and rusty pipes.
Weak sunlight drifted in like smoke through cracks in three of the walls. The fourth wall had been mostly window but now it was just a giant, rectangular hole, paneless and raw where birds and small climbing animals had chewed and pecked at the rotting wood.

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by Ana Brazil


It’s confounding that all of your clothes have been pulled from your wardrobe and tossed into a stout oak barrel. And that your strop and shaving brush were thrown on top of them. You wonder for more than a moment…where is your razor?

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by Margaret S. Hamilton


Five minutes before closing, Lizzie Christopher stacked fabric sample books on the shelves of her interior design shop. A woman walked through the Main Street entrance and slammed the door shut.

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by Guy Belleranti


Griffin lifted the huge knocker on the door of the House of Screams and let it drop with a resounding boom. Seconds later a little window in the door slid open, and a horribly scarred face with dead eyes stared out. “Not open ’til eight tonight,” it said.

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by Kathleen Delaney


I think I have hated her since the day she was born. No one suspects. I’m good at hiding things, but nothing will ever make me stop hating her.

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by Gary Hoffman


“And where was the boat found?” Detective Brown asked.
Across the lake, sir. Over by Canal Point,” the deputy sheriff answered.
Brown looked at the bass boat, a Nitro like he would love to own, metallic blue with a two hundred horse Mercury engine. The only spoiler was the body slumped over in the bottom of the boat.

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Spokane Sting: Mystery Short Story

IN THE August 11 ISSUE

FROM THE 2018 Articles,
andMysteryrat's Maze,
andTerrific Tales
SECTIONS

by Diana Deverell


A clean-cut guy holding a metal detection wand stood beside me in the Mineshaft Saloon and Dance Hall lobby. The dude looked to be my age, twenty-nine. Like me, he wore a tomato-red golf shirt over black jeans.

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by Andrew MacRae


“No, no, a thousand times no!” Polly Pure crossed her hands over her rather generous bosom and looked with defiance at the man confronting her. “I’ll never marry you, Barty Backstabber!”

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by Gary Hoffman


I wasn’t sure what I expected to find in Apalachicola, Florida, but Kaitlin Mosby sure wasn’t it. Whoever coined the term “chick” must have had her in mind.

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by Guy Belleranti


A chilly breeze blew through the open window, but Martha McGuire didn’t move an inch. Slumped over her laptop, she had written her last mystery novel.

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The Trip: Mystery Short Story

IN THE June 16 ISSUE

FROM THE 2018 Articles,
andMysteryrat's Maze,
andTerrific Tales
SECTIONS

by Kathleen Delaney



She awoke abruptly, the familiar waves washing over her, making every nerve ending come alive, leaving her bathed in sweat. She waited, eyes closed, for the tide to crest, then as it finally ebbed, she reached for the glass of water she always set on her bedside table.

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by LD Masterson



It wasn’t the fanciest house I’ve covered a body in, but it was right up there. He was lying at the bottom of a curved marble staircase, an older man in bathrobe and slippers.

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by Cheryl Hollon



“I see a dead woman.” Jacob stood against the chest-high glass wall that surrounded the roof-top bar of The Canopy. He lowered his new binoculars, then pointed down at a white pillared arbor overwhelmed by red bougainvillea vines.

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