Fiction A MURDER ON NEW YEAR’S EVE The woman who walked through the blue front door of Precinct 27 at 11:43 p.m.…Alyssa BradyDecember 30, 2014
Fiction THE HANDS OF SALAMANDRE [PART 4] “The rhythm of good music casually beats to the steady sound of our souls.” -Salamandre, Brixie…Alyssa BradyDecember 23, 2014
Fiction THE HANDS OF SALAMANDRE [PART 3] “Flood every river of your mind with only the muckiest of water and you will…Alyssa BradyNovember 30, 2014
Fiction THE DISAPPEARING ACT For the third week in a row, Janet forgot to shave her legs. The first…Alyssa BradyNovember 24, 2014
Fiction THE HANDS OF SALAMANDRE [PART TWO] “Those who speak of art as a truth, as a thing to know and understand…Alyssa BradyNovember 15, 2014
Fiction MR. TOBBLER’S SUNDAY AFTERNOON It was barely noon on Sunday when Mr. Tobbler noticed three things about the man…Alyssa BradyNovember 9, 2014
Fiction A DATE NEAR DOWNING STREET The taxi door fluttered open, a bright flap of yellow against the sluggish October wind. One last…Alyssa BradyOctober 25, 2014