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Crime fiction consists mainly of criminals and their motives, police detectives and their investigations. Villains may range from petty thieves to serial killers, leading police on a series of twists and turns before their ultimate capture or demise. These stories often focus on a lead detective pitting his or her wits against a shrewd villain.



A money-making pet kidnap scheme should not try and capture 'Rex'.

It was brilliant. In fact, it was genius. He surprised himself at just how great his idea actually was, and it led him to ponder whether or not all great ideas came from the murky depths of a mind fuelled by alcohol. He was fast on the way to becoming drunk, as he certainly wasn’t sober. Did all great philosophers and inventors get their ideas from the shadowy realms of the subconscious?...Read On


The price of betrayal

Every action has an equal and opposite consequence

The Price of Betrayal   God, it’s cold tonight , he thought, his breath hanging in the air in front of his face as he exhaled. He remembered a time when, as a child, he would puff out on cold days like these, trying to make smoke rings, like his Grandfather used to amuse him with. Of course, Grandfather had been smoking a cigar at the time. He stood in the darkened doorway of a...Read On


My Sweet Marion

She's always warm at night and she wasn't mad at me anymore so I was half-asleep next to her for hours, just happy to be in bed and warm again. I wanted to tell her I was sorry for everything but I can't ever find the words. The feeling's there and so is the sound but there's just a dark unfathomable gap between me and the words. But she eventually said it was okay. Her face had searched...Read On


A second opinion

A celebrity criminal appearing in pantomine is about to recieve a piece of Barbara's mind.

I can't believe the cheek of him, bold as anything, staring out at me with his stupid face. Well, there's no way I'm putting up with this. No way. I've never liked him, never trusted him. He's smarmy and sly, and now here he is, a face on a poster outside the small Shaftsbury theatre, in the town where I live. He's appearing in a pantomime in a kid's play for God's sake. This man killed an...Read On


Four doors down

An angry postman starts opening the mail. Perhaps it would be better not to do that.

The letter-box slammed shut, the sound reverberating throughout the road, and inside the houses in the vicinity. Geoff Howell turned and stalked back along the path to the gate, not bothering to close it behind him. He walked to the next house, angrily posting their mail, and rummaging in his bag for more.  He was 46 years old, lived alone in a third floor flat, was five feet six inches...Read On

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The Proof

Everyone breaks

They all lie, you see, every last one of them. Sometimes you got to change tactics, it's all psychology at first. Some you finesse, go soft and quiet and sweet. Make them feel safe. Some you close in on, really loud and hard, scream if you have to, never break eye contact. And some, well, you have to go even harder on. Grab their elbow or neck. Slap them, hit quick while that fear is fresh,...Read On


Jesse Gets Fixed

The hits just keep on coming.

The night was sticky and hot and I was sweating plenty even though it was well past sunset. Gravel crunched beneath my shoes, echoed loud off abandoned buildings. This neighborhood wasn’t safe after dark but I was hurting and needed to be here. A five-inch blade was folded up in my pocket just in case. Manny’s black Ford sat rusting in its usual spot, five spaces over from the back door of...Read On


My seven deadly bads

i'm not fully responsible for what you are about to read. i was equally as shocked... enjoy

** “Do you think the jury will make the right decision?” “Nope. Even though he is a killer of another sort, I killed her.” The judge stared at the defendant before reading the verdict of what was now deemed as the trial of the century. He read the verdict, smiled at the defendant and took a bow.* PART i: THE SEVEN DEADLY BADS I HATE THE MOST/WRONG TRIAL. I think I'm enjoying it when...Read On


Murder Scene

Dedicated to Anthony Chansa, challenge accepted! “Please don’t rattle any feathers with this one Maria,” I begged. Maria Sposcic was generally thought of as the best detective in the department. Unfortunately for the large majority of bureaucrats on the force, she had a very provocative personality. She was a moderately attractive woman in her late thirties. She'd probably look more...Read On


Legend Of The House.

The legend of the house was a tale told by local youth to scare their peers.

The bloody handprint on the window- calling card of the wicked. Of the sick. Entering the house, he could see straight away that there had been trouble in the hallway, which was the first thing one saw when they entered the house. Long abandoned was the house, built in the early 1900s and occupied until the 60s, where dark legends had surrounded it from local youth with the intent to scare,...Read On


The many lives of Casey L. Miller

Case 4: The unhappy couple

Personal note to the readers, this story is not for the weak of heart to read for the content of this story. By choosing to read it, you agree that you are over eighteen and mature enough to handle the content of this story, thank you. 1:15am Logan jolted awake, the boy next to her didn't even stir. She was sweating, but she was freezing cold despite being under a blanket with a...Read On


Buried pleasure

In the pursuit of morbid pleasure, Barbara takes things a little too far.

It was perhaps the death of a national figure that caused her obsession. A nation in mourning had entwined itself into her psyche, rather like that of a fixation on a particular television series, or a person. Unknown to her, or rather not acknowledged, like a repressed memory, was the fact that deep down, somewhere in her mind, there was a kind of pleasure in mourning. Collectively...Read On


Anderson Roberts

The story of a sadist mind as he plays with the mind of New York's best agent

Dream: Why you didn’t save me Robert; But I tried; You could have saved me, You could have saved me, It your fault that I am de….. Huh! Damn nightmares are back, (Alison) ‘what wrong hunny’ nothing am good just a lot on my mind ‘Tricia’ yea Tricia! Tricia was a sixteen year old Latina from New Jersey and my first case as lead detective,Back then we stayed in the city of Conroe,...Read On


The many lives of Casey L. Miller

Case three: the Child Prodigy

Personal note to the readers, this story is not for the weak of heart to read for the content of this story. By choosing to read it, you agree that you are over eighteen and mature enough to handle the content of this story, thank you. 11:49pm 'Casey Miller' soon gave up the search for Logan after spending twenty minutes in the attic. He now looked for a means to amuse himself,...Read On


The many lives of Casey L. Miller

Case two: The Criminal

Personal note to the readers, this story is not for the weak of heart to read for the content of this story. By choosing to read it, you agree that you are over eighteen and mature enough to handle the content of this story, thank you. 10:03pm Logan listened to the snores of the lady below. She soundlessly waited for any form of rescue. Between snores, she heard the news going...Read On


The Kidnapped Girl and The Lady in White

An outing gone awry

Trapped.  Trapped, the only way to explain it. Why does this keep happening? “Justin! Oh Justin! Darling?” Oh crap. I treaded softly and stealthily, lest the shedevil glimpses me. Twisting my body deftly, I slither my way through the centre of the window. Then, as luck would have it, just as I hung precariously on the edge of the window, She so happened to step into my room. What to...Read On


Divine Justice

Sometimes crime doesn't pay!

Arthur lived on his own, in the same council flat he had brought his bride home to 51 years ago. Where they had raised three kids and seen them fly from the nest out into the world. It was also where he had held his Irene as she breathed her last breath in their bed. The last seven years had been difficult and lonely. Life was quiet, too quiet. But that was going to change on a cold...Read On


An Accidental Killer

Just because I'm a mercenary, doesn't make me a bad man.

I suppose you want to know my name. Fine, I’ll tell you. I’m Nick. My full name is Nicholas Michael McMasterson. Now that you know that, stop smirking and just listen to my story. It isn’t spectacular, it isn’t sexy, nor is it really that exciting, but it’s a story, nevertheless. I’m a killer. My last victim truly deserved it. He was this big dude, thought he was, anyway. You know the...Read On


The Angel of Zero City: Parts 1 - 4

An urban-fantasy novella. It is an untold story related to its parent book: The Gauntlet of Maltese.

Part 1: Joseph Black The scent of gunpowder and rain lingered in the darkened room. A broken window, a busted TV, and five bodies all met the detective at the scene, an apartment in Hell—a place that cops didn’t go to anymore. The call came from a neighbor around 2 AM. There were bullet holes stamped everywhere, and the detective, Joseph Black, searched the nearest body...Read On


My Side of the Story

The story of two crazy ex's in an odd situation

The second I saw that dirty skank I knew that couldn’t be her truck. She’d never made more than minimum wage and there wasn’t a financer in the world that was going to sell her something that big and definitely not that new. Maybe she could trick some new idiot into lending her a piece of shit old chevy, even I let her drive my ’08, but come on. A truck like that? Not a fuckin’ chance. When...Read On


Rabbit In A Barrel

A task given to me by a writer friend - Tell me a story about good and evil, he said...

“A Native American elder once described his own inner struggles in this manner: Inside of me there are two dogs. One of the dogs is mean and evil. The other dog is good. The mean dog fights the good dog all the time. When asked which dog wins, he reflected for a moment and replied, 'The one I feed the most'.”   ― George Bernard Shaw   *****   "Could you rephrase that, please? I'm...Read On


A pictorial of a disingenue

Alec, a successful IT professional, gets caught up in the calamities of a femme fatale.

Already picturing how he might need to play dead over and over again, Leana gauged Alec as the warranty for broken parts inside of herself since she couldn’t bring herself in for service. Chronically forgetful Leana pictured it would be incontrovertible to recommend that Alec accept her claims that she determined his worth. Meanwhile, as usual she took her time on everything. Even as...Read On


Walk/Don't Walk

Conversation with a street walker

------------------------------------- This work within its first few lines contains language or other material which some readers may find offensive. In consideration, Stories Space has hidden the preview of this selection. By choosing to view the piece in its entirety, you agree that you are 18 or older and do not object to such content. ------------------------------------- “My feet...Read On


I Loved Him So Much!

Approaching the accident I was showing my fear and trepidation. I knew they might not let me near him, but I had to get to him. It was so important to get to him. I had to see him. My tears were already falling because I knew what they would think. We had been driving around in the rain, but being careful. We had spent the night out while my boyfriend was out doing his thing. I knew he...Read On


My Little Mystery Part 5

The group becomes six. Stefan and Natasha become suspicious of things.

Natasha sat at her desk daydreaming, as she looked out over the executive support staff. She was new to the organization, hired on to support Monica, Stefan and Cricket. Occasionally, she worked with Cal on Save the Wolves Foundation business. She was bored and thought how she saw everything going on in the executive support staff pool and she was the lifeguard. Today, the boredom set in...Read On


The Pact

He thinks he's being funny. The sound gradually increases on the iPod deck, the rhythmic bass of Steeler's Wheel echo off the bare walls. My brother turns to me and grins. He's got two left feet and a spastic hip, completely off-beat. I feel a chill. It settles deep within my bones as my flesh and blood, my brother, my twin, my best friend, awkwardly dances towards me with a knife...Read On



Sean is trying to get over the violent death of his partner whilst Jamie tries to piece it together.

He shifted and squirmed trying to relieve his aching limbs. His arms hurt, his legs hurt, everything hurt. The ground beneath him was solid and punishing; it provided no comfort, no respite from the pain. In fact it only heightened his agony. He stretched, unfurling from the awkward ball he had been curled into, wincing as his muscles pulled and stretched, felt like they were tearing. His...Read On


Sylvia's Despair

There was a hand in the darkness and it held a knife. The knife had a long black handle of polished black bone, and a blade finer and sharper than any razor. If it sliced you, you might not even know you had been cut, not immediately. The knife had done almost everything it was brought to that house to do, and both the blade and the handle were wet. The person who’s hand held the knife...Read On


It was obviously mr walker...

Greendale Primary was a school where nothing bad ever happened. Everything was good. Most of the teachers were loved by all the pupils. But there was no teacher like Mr Morrison. Mr Morrison was an art teacher. He told the children that there was no point in having an art lesson if you just wrote. And so his classroom was full of projects that classes were working on. It was the best room...Read On


Getting Along

Just trying to get along

If there's interest in this story I will make it a series Jack jumped around, holding one hand with the other while swearing under his breath, “Son of a bitch, that hurts!” He had just hit his hand with a hammer while working on the old car he'd recently bought, the only one he could afford. The reason for his meager circumstances was the fact he had just lately been discharged from...Read On