Alley Stories

Detective Veyra's eyes scanned the dimly lit alley, her heart racing with every creak of the old wooden signs and every patter of raindrops on the cobblestones. She had been investigating a string of murders in Blackstone Alley for weeks, but nothing could have prepared her for this. The cracked leather ledger, a cryptic record of the killer's twisted game, now held a new entry... her own name, scrawled in shaky ink. As s...

Every night, I lay in my cardboard box and listen to the train whistle in the distance. It was a train that I used to ride all the time, but now I am all by myself in a little square area that I call my own. I guess I should not say alone. There are several more around me. Just like me. Homeless. These are my friends now. Francine, she's to my left. Hector, that old hole-ridden wool hat on his head, is on my right. Past t...