Short Stories by CWA Authors
Seafood can be Murder
‘Fragrant Harbour’ they called it. But Hong Kong was anything but fragrant the night Poh Seng Pang flew in. The air outside the airport terminal was dank and vegetative—like the smell of the Singapore River in the wet season, or […]
A Valentine's Crampton of the Chronicle mystery by Peter Bartram
It happened on Valentine’s Day, 1965… “We’ve got the evening all to ourselves.” My girlfriend Shirley raised her glass of white wine. I hoisted my gin and tonic. We clinked glasses and wished each other a happy Valentine’s Day. […]
A Crampton of the Chronicle Christmas short story by Peter Bartram
“You don’t need to ask me what I want for Christmas,” said Frank Figgis. He was holding the stub of Woodbine ostentatiously between his thumb and forefinger. He eased the dog-end between his lips and took a long drag. The […]
by Kate Evans
The white nights will send you crazy. The nights with a Magritte sky over the shadowed hills and fjord. The sun doesn’t fall below the horizon, its orange claw scrapes across the pale blue firmament as it resists its descent. […]
BY NEIL ROOT
The Perfect Hill London, 1955 It’s the perfect hill. There’s no sound on the hill tonight. All communication is dead, and the urban rats scurry far out of sight. I sit and breathe. There’s no agenda here. No hidden […]
BY JOAN LOCK
It was just ten days before Christmas when the unthinkable happened. George Layforth had an experience which he could not turn into light-hearted copy for his column. For that to occur it had to be something catastrophic – and it […]
By Peter Lovesey
“There is a window in your life. All you have to do is open it and let the sunshine in.” Nikki listened, fascinated. She’d come here expecting a con, but the man spoke like a prophet. He had his audience […]
by William Burton McCormick
Bruno Williams pressed the button on the recordable turntable and spoke into the microphone: “This is a confession. A reluctant one but my crime has been witnessed, and there is no way out. I killed Sonny Bumbass, my neighbor of […]
By Trevor D'Silva
‘Good afternoon, Your Grace,’ said Dermot as the elderly dowager duchess, clasping a small handbag, entered the drawing room of a classical-style house in London’s Belgravia district. ‘I’m DS Dermot Carlyle. My superior, DCI Lloyd, is ill, so I’m taking […]
A Quintus Valerius story by Jacquie Rogers
The road to Viroconium Cornoviorum passed arrow-straight between fields dotted with strawstacks. Farmworkers moved in rows, spreading dust as they scythed. Not far ahead was the paved ford over the river Sabrina, and the walls of the city beyond. A […]
by T L Mogford
Michael appeared midway through the first week of the Christmas term. His transfer from his old school had been delayed in some way – it was never entirely clear why – and somehow, arriving a few days after the start […]
By Sally Spedding
Saturday 27 August 2005 “This wind must be the breaths of too many angry souls,” murmured thirty-year-old Sylvie Lefour before eyeing the rows of vines in her small vineyard that still needed pruning. She secured her long, black hair into […]
By PJ Quinn
There can’t be many company bonding days that end in murder. The weekend started well. It was a lovely autumn morning as Tony and I arrived at the Harrogate office. Jenny and Sarah were waiting. Dan from Design turned up […]
by Helen Cooper
The salon is the only place I hum. Before the other hairdressers arrive, before the customers come, a tune trembles in my throat, a soundtrack to my routine of shining and sharpening. I polish up the mirrors and they show […]
BY KEITH MORAY
‘From Hell, Hull and Halifax, Good Lord, deliver us!’ My old father used to recite that to me. ‘Hell, because there be’nt no redemption from there, Hull because of that fast-flowing river that drowns so many, and Halifax because they’ll […]
by J G Harlond
“We can live off the land here.” “On what?” “Look down at your feet, Dan. Rocket, lamb’s leaf lettuce. Look up. Blackberries. There’ll be other fruits in spring and summer. Apples, damsons. Strawberries under the hedge.” “You want to turn […]
by Trevor d'Silva
Bradford Village – Summer, 2017 “Argh, there’s a body… a blooming body,” Melvyn shouted as he staggered backwards. His hard hat slipped off his head and his torch clattered to the floor. The other men turned to look at their […]
by P J Quinn
He often sat in the park, especially when Wimbledon was on TV. It amused him to see how many people dug their racquets out of cupboards for a few weeks. He liked to watch the girls playing on the old […]
by Paul A. Freeman
’Twas the night before Christmas; ’twas quiet as heck; I’d been down the boozer and felt like a wreck. The lights on the front of our semi looked brill, though I dreaded next month’s electricity bill. The fir […]
by Jane Finnis
It was quite late on Christmas Eve when I realised I’d forgotten to buy sausage meat to stuff the turkey. My heart sank. I’d eleven hungry people to feed tomorrow, and I’d promised to give them a perfect old-fashioned Christmas […]
by J G Harlond
Sierra Nevada, California. Winter, 2025 The wind thrummed through the gap around the shutters, making the rough wooden boards rattle in such a way as to set off a rhythm in his head. He strummed an imaginary guitar with the swollen […]
by Keith Moray
Trevor Stanley had never liked Christmas. Not even when Vanessa his wife was alive, even though she loved it and he had loved her. He used to put a smile on his face and pretend for her sake. Well, for […]
by Andy Griffee
The cold mist that hugged the Severn had reduced my visibility to a few metres and several large whiskies had blurred what was left. I shivered and thrust my hands deeper into the pockets of my coat where an unopened […]
by Alex Chaudhuri
Just on 11 p.m. and still another thirty minutes to go. Ian cursed his boss for keeping him at the office so late on Christmas Eve. The man was a bloody slave-driver. No wonder his wife and kids wanted nothing […]
by Miranda Rijks
Maddie closed the bedroom door gently and leaned against it, letting silent tears slip down her cheeks. When she first started caring for Dora, she found the old woman cantankerous and judgemental, and she sympathised with Dora’s family members who […]
by Roger A Price
I awoke around 9 a.m. Not that I’d slept much; my legs had ached on and off all night. I just couldn’t seem to keep them still. When I did doze, all I dreamt about was getting my next fix […]
by Cathy Ace
‘John Evans is dead. Notice here in the paper. Poor dab.’ Gladys Pritchard waved the newspaper in front of her husband. ‘Good riddance,’ muttered her spouse. Gladys tutted. ‘Died peacefully last Thursday, it says. We only visited him the night […]
By David Stuart Davies
While caught up in the maelstrom of Christmas shoppers in the big department store, buffeted, crushed and elbowed by the desperate purchasers, Edna Burrows began to feel claustrophobic. Perhaps it wasn’t such a good idea after all coming out late […]
A classic ghost story for Hallowe'en and long winter nights
No, please, you were before me. Age before beauty, ha ha. I’m in no rush to be served. The barmaid knows me, she’ll get around to looking after me soon enough. This is my local. I’m always in here on […]
A spooky story - and adapted for the stage
I wake with a jolt. In a fog of panic, I struggle to comprehend where I am, what time it is, whether anything is real. Like a diver emerging from deep water, I gasp a lungful of air. My fingertips […]
A spooky tale of the Indian past in modern-day Utrecht
Inspector Bloemendal was already at the café when I arrived. He did not smile, and we did not shake hands. I just sat down across from him, removed my mask and he began to talk. It had been a long […]
Flash fiction can be spooky too!
A suburban house with high ceilings and big windows, set in a spacious garden surrounded by fir trees, is not the sort of place where you expect to meet a ghost. Or speaking for myself, where I would expect to […]
A spooky story for Hallowe'en – and for Burns Night too.
Nancy’s finger jabbed angrily at the smug face smiling arrogantly up at her from the page in her scrapbook. Her lips tightened in a grim line. At the top of a fresh page in neat but curiously old-fashioned handwriting she […]
Murder plans at Hallowe'en
It was a good night to be a serial killer. I chose a character from an old slasher movie, the one who wears an ice hockey mask and goes around killing teenagers for no particular reason and gets away with […]
Spooky ghost story for Hallowe'en
First Street Jane Simmons continued browsing through rows and rows of used clothes hung on iron hangers that dangled from an old, ten-foot ladder. Each end of the climbing mechanism was supported by smaller ladders, serving as its temporary […]
Classic ghost story, based on a true event
It was a small tour group, the first of the day. Just one family, a youngish couple with two children, both aged under ten, I guessed. We’d moved from the dark hall downstairs with the smoky fire – a hole […]
Classic crime and ghost story perfect for long winter nights
Rural Northern California, USA, July 2002. “The ghost of a murdered woman wakes me up every night. She whispers painful secrets, hidden years ago. She plans to tell me who killed her.” The wiry man with the befuddled expression hadn’t […]
Ghost story with a medium for Hallowe'en
London, October 1920 Anniversaries make it worse. But when you can’t forget, celebrating is all there is. I pour two small glasses of Johnnie Walker. Amber liquid splashes on the desk and I wipe it away with my hand […]
A spooky story with witches
They staggered down the deep steps of the coach as if they’d been at sea for a week. Edna was particularly wobbly, her shorter leg ached terribly and she was close to tears. The driver was far too young and […]
A classic ghost story for Hallowe'en and long winter nights
I was just laying a race mark when I caught sight of Fred Fisher, leaning up against a strainer. He was less than twenty yards away from me, because I’d been teaching my advanced class about how the wind bends […]
A classic ghost story for Hallowe'en and long winter nights
I, James Baxter Lorimer, physician, of Inverculter House in the City of Edinburgh, set forth by my own hand my history for fear that I will not survive this night, that an account of the events which have led to […]
DC Heather Armitage made frequent glances at her watch as she paced around the kitchen of her stone cottage on the edge of the moor. Dressed in a pair of faded jeans and a shapeless jumper, she held an open […]
Monday 18 May, 7.30am When John Tregorran’s border collie shot off along the path ahead of him he assumed she’d seen a rabbit. But as soon as he caught up with the dog he realised something was seriously wrong. […]
‘You can do whatever you like. Be whoever you want to be.’ Nick’s mum had repeated these words until he came to believe them. She’d called it the creed of the imagination and its disciples were ‘imaginants’ who could transcend […]
A drop of blood dribbled down Brian’s sole, untrimmed, nose hair. The red bead trickled like dew on slender grass, bending a frail shoot. Maisie, in a powder-blue cashmere sweater, watched his snout twitch. The beginnings of a sneeze made […]
– being a detective chronicle of Rupert, Prince Palatine. It was my aunt who brought me into the affair of the automaton. The court had had a great craze for chess that season, and I was playing with my […]
‘How could you do it, Mum?’ I stare at my daughter sitting across from me in the visitors’ room. Her trust in me irretrievably shattered. Pain, hurt, confusion etched across her lovely face. Disappointment, also. Disappointment that the one […]
The black Lexus was parked overlooking the Gorge. On the Heights. The uber-expensive, everyone else can piss off, privately policed domain which sat above the heaving mass of the old town. Close enough for residents to eavesdrop on the real […]
It was Wednesday morning. The high-pitched trill of my mobile woke me from a fog of dreams. Groggily, and wiping the grit from my eyes, I answered. “Hello?” “Mr Hawkins?” The sombre tone doing more to wake me than a […]
“I had no idea,” she said. “He didn’t tell me anything. He didn’t tell me anything about anything, that was our problem.” DS Brown looked her in the eye. Josephine turned from his appropriately brown-eyed gaze. “Secretive, was he?” the […]
When she touched me on the shoulder, I knew she had a taste for danger. Then she said, ‘Can I eat with you?’ and there was no doubt in my mind. She was a risk-taker. Of course, so was everyone […]
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When Mordent first arrived in Tokyo he left Kovacs in his hotel room and grabbed a taxi to Mr D’s Diner. It was dark but the city was filled with light. Neon signs reflected off glass buildings; kaleidoscopic mirrors. Advertisements […]
Damien Porton sneered as his Bentley glided past a battery of posters attacking his plans for Mellors Wood. ‘Bunch of Luddite NIMBYs,’ he muttered to himself, as he drove through the electric gates guarding his drive. One of them was […]
The Port of Messina, Sicily, 1347 The first thing Alfonsus di Giuliano noticed about the twelve ships was how badly they were rigged. As he waited on the dockside for them to drop anchor, he scoffed at the useless flap […]
‘. . . and that’s why I’m so happy in my skin.’ The lecture’s over. Research told me he wasn’t happy at all. I could do something about that. Something that would require a sharp knife, physical restraint and a […]
IT WAS OBVIOUS TO ALL that the two men making their way down the second fairway were at opposite ends of the corporal spectrum. One, a bluff, hearty individual, was tall and physically robust. The other, slight of build, short […]
The room was painted bright yellow. There were vases of flowers, seascapes on the walls, deep soft armchairs. I chose the one facing the door. Really, I thought, you would never guess it was a prison. If I’d had my […]
It was cold for May, very cold. But it wasn’t as cold as that woman’s heart. With most of the people I’ve cleaned for, I’ve soon been on first-name terms, but not with her. Oh, I was Jenny to […]
It was so easy a child could have done it. The killer sat back and sighed with the sort of pleasure that comes from acknowledging superiority over the rest of humankind and a certainty that they would never be caught. […]
Toby had not been awake for long and he wiped his eyes with a grimy hand. The early winter chill bit the tips of his ears and nose and he warmed his icy fingers under his arms. Shivering, he sat […]
Pretoria, 31 July 1981 What Captain Trevor Watson wanted right now, more than anything in the universe, was to get laid. Go to a Ladies’ Bar – stupid how South African law prohibited women from entering any other kind of […]
Junior Sergeant Slonský polished the single silver star on each epaulette and thought himself lucky he still had them. He slipped on his uniform shoes – actually, his only shoes – and resisted the temptation to have a slug from […]
A Crampton of the Chronicle Swinging Sixties mystery My girlfriend Shirley was already into her second glass of white wine by the time I arrived late at the Sussex Grill. I hustled into the restaurant, hurried over to the table […]
Alby Sloper eyed the magnificent diamond with professional expertise as the three-carat jewel sparkled under carefully sited display lights that amplified its beauty. He knew the precious stone’s every cut and polished surface. He scratched at the irritating newly grown […]
The headlights slashed the road, leaving welts of light in the tarmac, and she shivered. This side of town was quiet after midnight, with no clubs and pubs to spill their alcohol-fuelled customers onto the rain-soaked pavement. The car slowed […]
The epidemic was beginning to peak when Doctor Smrt took over the mortuary. Yesterday, the diener, his assistant, had gone missing. Some said she was an illegal immigrant, had been discovered and taken away by the police for questioning. Others […]
Christine Jones leaned back in her chair as she waited for Vinnie to return with the drinks. They had spent a pleasant afternoon in a wine bar off Deansgate in central Manchester celebrating. The documentary she had done with Vinnie […]
I’d always liked Darren Morgan. Right up to the moment he killed me. He was a likeable kind of guy, easy-going, smart, good-looking, too – but I don’t mean that in any kind of faggoty way. It’s just a statement […]
It was October of 1962 when the vampire came to Walnut Creek. The streets of that little San Franciscan suburb were carpeted with crisp dead leaves, the skies low and lambent, and the house fronts were papered with skulls and […]
The skyscrapers and landmarks of Manhattan glint in the rear-view mirror as John and Simon leave the city behind. John reaches into the back seat of his boss’s pick-up truck and returns with a bottle of water. He twists the […]
‘One can expect nothing good to come out of Birmingham – even your Jane Austen got that right,’ Nicholas declared, pushing away his plate. I knew better than to object that he had taken the quotation out of context. Nicholas […]
Cécile took the flowers unwillingly and murmured a polite thank you. They were yet another present she hadn’t wanted. The young man, slouched against the door frame, looked irritated; it was evident her lack of enthusiasm annoyed him. These past […]
‘So,’ said DI Gavin Macrae, waving away the last of Khalida’s emergency whisky stock, ‘her alibi is mountain-solid, unless there’s something in your testimony that breaks it.’ ‘My testimony?’ I said, startled. ‘Her husband died,’ he said, ‘while she and […]
“Auntie Maude would not like that.” “But Uncle Archie has no kids of his own so she always felt a pity for him…” “When pity might not necessarily have been a good thing?” “Exactly, Liam, you’re spot on. You know […]
“So, where is she?” Grace ducked under the taped cordon at the edge of the crime scene and showed her ID to the uniformed constable stationed there. “CSI McColl. I’m expected.” The officer jerked his head in the direction of […]
I’m getting ready for the game, trying not to listen to the whispers around me. The rest of the team still can’t believe I did it. The new owner doesn’t have a clue I’m guilty. But the team knows. It’s […]
1897 It was too hot for London. The streets were quiet and unhappy, the air filled with the stink of rotting food. The pumps had gone dry, the street children begging cups of water then robbing anyone kind enough […]
“Who’s there?” I prop myself up in bed. I’m sticky with sweat. The ceiling-fan whirls; its blades cut the hot air. The windchime dings and dongs out front and a dog barks in the distance. Crickets and god knows what […]
Sheila grew up in Sheffield, a Northern English town that had once been famous for the magnificence of its cutlery and the bravery of its air force pilots. By the time she was seventeen its glory had faded, and the […]
An invitation to a masked ball, where nothing is quite as it seems… I seldom attend parties unless I think they might be of use in my career, so it was all the more remarkable to find myself attending this […]
No one ever knew his real name. They called him the Ringmaster. And now he was dead, his body crushed and battered and broken in an attack that was bestial in its ferocity. His killer, in a final act of […]
Something had woken her. Melissa felt sure of that. She sat up wearily, and checked the bedside alarm. The eerie green display said 3.59am. She listened for a moment, and then sunk back onto the pillows. It would be […]
‘Well I think it’s creepy. One day we’re all sitting at this table having a cuppa together and the next he’s skewered to death like some oversized doner kebab.’ I know it was rude but I had to get up […]
Mary slipped off the lead and watched Sadie give a gleeful shake of her ears and prance across the park. At least one of us is awake, she thought, yawning. What was I thinking of, coming out this early? She […]