Stories tagged “detective”

  • Self preservation 101: Always take your gun

    Crack The lights went out, then. That’s what tends to happen when a thug has just swung a metal pipe really damned hard in the direction of your unprotected head. It was my own fault, as always. But the broad who’d brought me this cock and ...

    • Author: dkscully
    • Posted over 8 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Self preservation 102: Dying is easy, it's living that's hard

    They say the last thing to go when you fall asleep is your hearing. It’s the first thing to come back when you wake up, too. It makes sense, but I couldn’t tell you what came back first this time. Consciousness crashed over me, nearly as pa...

    • Author: dkscully
    • Posted over 8 years ago.
  • Obedience

    “And where were they going?” said Alice, raising a sculpted eyebrow. Her pad was covered with dark scribbles and barely legible notes. The small boy sitting across the table stared at his hands and said nothing. “You have to tell me w...

  • They'll Come to You

    There is something, Ben decided as he pedaled around the block, decidedly unprofessional about a detective on a bicycle. He flicked the bell, pulled around a car (noting the plates, just in case), and turned toward home. It was particularly demoralizin...

    • Author: lostsalient
    • Posted over 8 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • The Dapper Hand

    “Alarum! Alarum, I say!” The woman was in some distress. “Confound it all, young miss, can you not see that my head has been undone by liberal dosage of Colonel Bumptious’ Own Brandied Waters? Take a seat and Constable Mutton sh...

    • Author: Spiderj
    • Posted over 8 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Black Books and Blacker Hearts

    I stepped from the car, the hills behind the flophouse rolling like the gentle curves of a sleeping frail, the pretty sight a stark contrast to my increasingly desperate situation. Rolling Mickey the Bee had turned up zilch. The man was a bunco artist ...

    • Author: naporeon
    • Posted over 8 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Bird's Nest Surprise

    I mulled the whole sorry story as I slouched my way to the flophouse’s sad door. The botched gig was supposed to be a cinch, a real eggs in the coffee job. At least, that’s the tune Stuyvesant had been singing. I had known better, of course...

    • Author: naporeon
    • Posted over 8 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • To The Hot Blooded

    I picked up a line that said the information I was looking on could be found right here. I caught my ship at a quarter ’til, I made it past the loading gates right on time. The hiss of electronics had accompanied me down long hallways, the guards...

  • Waking Up

    Cold. Dark. Naked. What’s that smell? Death. These freezers aren’t really much fun from the inside. Trouble is, I can’t open the door myself. It’s like those old fashioned refrigerators; kids would hide in them and then suffocat...

    • Author: KevSaund
    • Posted over 8 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Dick

    It wasn’t as if I couldn’t see the headlights of that car. I had time, and plenty of it, to get out of the way. I just stood on the white stripes of that crosswalk and stared him down. If he was really so bent on murdering me, he’d wa...

    • Author: L. E. Young
    • Posted over 8 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Noir (Part 1)

    Brad stared through the dirty, soot-smeared window on the 22nd floor of the office tower. Overcome with depression, he slid the window open and jumped through it. It was a sheer drop outside the building to the ground. Miraculously, he landed completel...

  • Noir (Part 2)

    I always took the bus. Owning a car just seemed to complicate things. Getting to work and back every day cost less than a gallon of gasoline, and public transportation helped me remain incognito, no license plate to track me by. Of course, I didn’t r...

  • Noir (Part 3)

    I stood up and opened the doors in one swift move. Today, despite my cryptogram concerns, I was smoother than a snooker ball. I placed my brown penny loafers on the sidewalk and began my journey to the other side of the block. My office was located in ...

  • Noir (Part 4)

    I swung the door open, the hinges creakier than the rocking chair my grandfather used to rest in. My secretary was already here, as expected. She told me I had a client waiting. A client? I thought to myself, at 8:30 in the morning? Must be some drunk ...

  • Noir (Part 5)

    She bent to sat down, her shirt unbuttoned to reveal just too much. Her red, billowy hair covered her face. When she sat, her majestic beauty was all too apparent. Her eyebrows formed two perfect arches above her round, blue eyes. Her nose, about as go...

  • Noir (Part 6)

    I was unable to hide my joy. “Of course, it all makes sense now.” “Excuse, me?” the woman seemed confused, “what was that?” “Nothing, sugar lips. Continue your little story there.” Again, she continued, and again I drowned out the noise...

  • Noir (Part 7)

    I threw the paper out, and I called to my secretary, asking if I had anymore appointments. She told me I was free all day, and I silently celebrated. I left my office, and hopped on a bus; it was time for some rest. While on the bus, I ran through the...

  • Noir (Part 8)

    My eyes were just closing when there was an ear-shattering explosion. That boom was louder than my ex-wife’s mother, and trust me on this as far as mother-in-laws get, she was the worst. There were three 8 by 6 windows lined up next to each other on ...

  • Noir (Part 9)

    The buildings, the ones that hadn’t been destroyed, at least, had taken on a grey hue. The cloud, now fully formed, was as high as a skyscraper. There were people running from the explosion in all directions, some on fire, others missing limbs. I gra...

  • Noir (Part 10)

    I was behind a building, a yard or so away from the cloud when an incredible force rocked my body. I heard a loud scream. Not a scream from a human, but the kind of scream that you hear when a large, cylindrical hunk of metal starts barreling out of th...

  • Noir (Part 11)

    Suddenly there was a creaking. The building seemed to tilt a little to the right, until it all came crashing down upon its self. The top half and the bottom half became two different buildings, the top of only to land on the bottom half, and crumble in...

  • Noir (Part 12)

    Just as this second thought popped into my head, I noticed a jet fighter whizzing over head. Painted on the bottom of the grey metallic jet were the initials M.O.M. The hatch on the bottom opened up, revealing another bomb, which dropped at great veloc...

  • Sherlock Holmes and the Temple of Doom

    Sherlock whipped out his glasses, thy were dirty. “Dammit,”he swore,“Watson! Get over here!” Watson waddled to Mr. Holmes. Watson was small, about 5’2", asian, no older than 13. “DOCTA HOLMES, DOCTA HOLMES!!!...