Posts Tagged ‘short story’


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The Suspect by Tonya Plank

April 25, 2012 by Elizabeth A. White  •
The Suspect by Tonya PlankNineteen-year-old Jamar Jansen is no stranger to guns and violence. And because he’s a little slow mentally, he’s also no stranger to being teased and bullied. It’s not something he ever really focused on though, not until his older brother, Darnell, ended up shooting one of Jamar’s worst tormentors.

Now, without his brother to protect him and a mother who blames him for Darnell being in jail (“He was protecting you.”), Jamar is adrift in a neighborhood full of predators, some of whom wear the sheep’s clothing of friends. Walking home from McDonald’s one evening Jamar runs into some of those so-called friends, who promise to take him to a popular club if he’ll just do them a quick favor first.

Jamar’s smart enough to know something’s not right when they ask him to wait outside while they go into a check-cashing store – and to signal them by pulling up his hoodie if he sees someone coming – but unfortunately he’s not smart enough to avoid either getting caught up in the outburst of violence that ensues or subsequently being picked up by the police as their chief suspect. (more…)

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Murder on the Ropes by S. Furlong-Bolliger

March 6, 2012 by Elizabeth A. White  •
Murder on the Ropes by S. Furlong-BolligerDelaney MacKay is used to a little weirdness; it kinda comes with the territory when you’re raised by a father who happens to be a professional wrestler. All her life Delaney grew up surrounded by Malcolm ‘The Highlander’ MacKay’s friends, people with names like The Sledgehammer, Dangerous Dan, and Calvin the Cyclone.

But when she returns home for a visit while on break from school the last thing she expects is to find her father charged with the murder of one of his wrestling stablemates, Triple P. Determined to find the real killer, Delaney begins nosing around and soon discovers quite a few people had reason to want Triple P. dead.

All Delaney has to do is figure out which of the colorful cast of suspects it was before the killer decides to put her down for more than a three count.

Author Susan Furlong-Bolliger’s short story Murder on the Ropes is an entertaining and quick read, one that you’ll find particularly interesting if you are or ever were a fan of professional wrestling.

Murder on the Ropes is available from the Untreed Reads Fingerprints mystery line.

A former high school language teacher, Susan started working as a freelance translator and writer fifteen years ago. During her writing career, she has worked to compile several literary encyclopedias, text books, and medical reference dictionaries. In addition to her work as an academic writer, she has published several nonfiction articles in national magazines. Recently she has turned to writing fiction and has published several short mysteries. To learn more about Susan, visit her website.
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White Christmas by Julie Morrigan

December 23, 2011 by Elizabeth A. White  •

Well, folks, this is probably it on the site for a few days until the jolly old fat man has done his thing. So I thought I’d leave you with a heartwarming* Christmas tale courtesy the lovely Julie Morrigan. Oh, and be on the lookout for Julie’s newest short story collection, Show No Mercy, which should be available in the next couple of days. Enjoy!

*Ok, it’s not exactly heartwarming, but it is a Christmas tale and Julie really is very lovely.

White Christmas by Julie Morrigan‘Oooooarrrrghhh!!!! Jesus, Mary and fucking Joseph!’

It wasn’t how I would have chosen to spend Christmas Eve.

‘It fucking hurts! Get that fucking thing out of me! Oooooaaaaarrrrghhh!!!!’

On the plus side, Jenna wasn’t having any more fun than I was. I reckoned the whole thing was overrated.

‘Peeeeeeeeterrrrr!!! Fucking do some fucking thing!!! Pleeeeeeease!!!!’

That was new: I’d never heard her beg before.

‘Come on, Daddy. Mummy needs you!’ The midwife had an expectant look on her face. She nodded at Jenna, looked back at me. So I did something: I went out for a smoke. As I headed down the corridor I could hear Jenna cursing and screaming. I hoped the midwife wasn’t easily offended.

Outside, among the other addicts, my breath smoked as much as my cigarette. It was bitterly cold, frosty, a few stray snowflakes drifting down from above. The pavements and driveways around the hospital sparkled in the lamplight. It was beautiful, provided you ignored the piles of dog ends and the motley assortment of people in pyjamas, coats and boots, closed your ears to the wheezing and the hacking coughs.

Events had conspired to bring me to this place at this time. Bad stuff, mostly. I mean, I’d always reckoned me and Jenna would have kids one day, but not now, not like this. I lit a second smoke from the first, dropped the butt and ground it out with my heel. (more…)