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“Jack McCool and the Turnip Lantern” by Shelley Costa
“The Even Dozen” by Loren D. Estleman
OVER 60 YEARS OF AWARDS
157 Nominations from the full breadth of mystery genres
37 Award-winning stories
Edgar, Agatha, Barry, Arthur Ellis, Robert L. Fish, Macavity, Shamus, Thriller, Anthony
FROM THE EDITOR
Great stories of any genre are rooted in characters — well-drawn, individual, and credibly motivated…
ABOUT AHMM
Alfred Hitchcock’s Mystery Magazine is one of the oldest and most influential magazines of short mystery and crime fiction in the world. Launched over 60 years ago, today AHMM maintains a tradition of featuring both promising aspiring writers and talented authors, spanning the full spectrum of sub-genres from dark noir to graphic works.
AUTHORS’ CORNER
Meet the Who’s Who of Alfred Hitchcock’s Mystery Magazine authors! View The Lineup of contributors in the current issue, see what motivates our writers, and much more.
A common trope in crime fiction is the story of the average person caught up in unusual events and how they rise, or not, to the occasion. They may be intelligent; they may be humble. They may be ordinary in every way. It’s all very heartwarming.
THE CRIME SCENE
“Skeletons in the Closet”… Get the latest news, check out Editor Linda Landrigan’s blog, enjoy lively podcasts, test your mystery puzzling mettle, see if you have what it takes to be a mystery writer. It’s all here.
by Catriona McPherson
“Keep your eyes ha-ha . . . Keep your eyes hee-hee . . . Keep your eyes on something that’s not moving.” Thom, the new yoga instructor, stood in the middle of the circle on one leg, with his other heel wedged high into his crotch, his knee bent like a hairpin, both his arms straight up in the air like he was helping to land a plane, yucking it up like he always did. Keep your eyes on me, he meant, standing there like a cactus in a national park, like a rock formation in . . . another national park, like a statue. To aid your balance, ladies, keep your eyes on me. READ MORE
by Persia Walker
In Harlem, even the shadows have secrets. Beneath the glitz and the glamor, souls grapple with jealousy and greed. Loyalties shift like sand, and alliances shatter like glass.
This is my beat, where dreams crash and lives crumble. Where trusting hearts are betrayed, truth is pitted against passion, and morality against ambition. The lines between good and evil are often blurred by fear and desperation. Only fools think otherwise.
The wind whispered through the barren trees on that rainy October night, their branches swaying like skeletal fingers reaching for the stars. As I hurried to the Bennett Art Gallery on West 123rd Street, I had no idea I was stepping into a portrait where every face hid a lie. READ MORE
