Author Archives: D. Anthony Brown

When speaking of serial killers, one most often thinks of such household names (if they may be called that) as Jack the Ripper, the Boston Strangler, and Ted Bundy. Few mentions are made in the textbooks and scholarly discussions, or … Continue reading →

Cynthia sat under the flickering gasjet lights in the alley behind her bakery and lit a cigarette. The early morning starry sky added a small amount of extra light, enough to read her pocket watch. Four. Enough time to enjoy … Continue reading →

Flash Fiction Friday… on Saturday! Enjoy! <><><> The serrated knife edge touched the stubble on my throat, my pulse quickened under the sharp pointy edges. Putrid breath and rotten decayed teeth beside my ear, whispering how I need to be … Continue reading →

Judgment begins on the staircase where the dried pool of blood had been. She stands at the base of the marble stairs looking up at the immense height, from where the crime began. Soft light descends on the place where … Continue reading →

She cut the tender boiled turnip with her silver fork and steak knife, dipped it in honey mustard, and ignored the cat brushing himself against her hosiery. Orchids were scattered everywhere in the cramped dining room – hanging from the … Continue reading →

Lew, semi-famous inventor of useless trinkets, stuck his hands in his pockets and shut his eyes tight, as was his habit when he encountered a problem he could not solve. All around the stink of filtered carbon fumes and smoke-stacks … Continue reading →