Alex Knight

‘The Portal’ by Guest Author Alex Knight

Saturday, September 14th, 2013
Guest Author Alex Knight

Guest Author Alex Knight

The ground was uneven and making my way along the last 100 feet took longer than I expected. It was twilight, if luck held out I would make it to the entrance unseen. I paused, gathering the strength I needed to continue this arduous journey. If I hoped to see my beloved Alistair again, I had to make it through the portal by the light of the blue moon. It was tonight, or… never.

* * *

“I hate it here.”

“Honey, give the place a chance. We just got here.”

“I’ll never like it here and I’ll never make any friends. I want to go home.”

“This is our home now.”

Mother wisely didn’t address the issue of friends. She knew I would either find one, or not. (more…)

‘Where There’s Smoke’ by Guest Author Alex Knight

Wednesday, July 24th, 2013
Guest Author Alex Knight

Guest Author Alex Knight

(An Anya Orlova short story)

“Tell us where the body is!” His fist pounded on the interrogation room table.
The paper cup bounced once and then tipped over; spewing its muddy contents all over the documents spread out in front of me. His look of bewilderment was comical and it was all I could do not to smirk.
“Look, we found your fingerprints at the crime scene. You might as well tell us what happened so that we can help you. Did he attack you? Was it self-defense? We all know Pedro was a worthless piece of shit that won’t be missed by anyone, probably not even by his widow, once we break the news.”
Good cop was trying to take the focus off of his partner whose bulging purple veins were an angry roadmap that led to no place I wanted to go.
I knew my fingerprints weren’t found at the scene; they have never been found anywhere and they do not exist in AFIS or any other database anywhere in the world. (more…)

‘The Game’ by Guest Author Alex Knight

Sunday, June 30th, 2013
Guest Author Alex Knight

Guest Author Alex Knight

There is a saying most of us are familiar with, ‘never kid a kidder’ and when you play the game it becomes a commandment: ‘thou shall not con a con artist.’ There is another saying, ‘never give a sucker an even break’ and generally we don’t. These are the two rules we live by and as with all rules, there are exceptions. We also have a couple of unofficial rules and those who have been playing the game long enough know to abide by them. We never infringe on each other’s territory or game. Michael’s on the Mile is one of the bars in my territory and I have several games. Since I confine myself to the ‘mile’ and never venture out of it, there is never any conflict between any of the other players and me.

Today I am playing the grieving widow, running a con on a mark at the bar, when a familiar face starts crowding me. In seconds I realize he’s targeting me. Obviously he doesn’t recognize me as one of the players. Then I think about how long it’s been since we’ve seen each other; perhaps he doesn’t remember me. I brush him off; he’s slow on taking a hint but finally gives up. I turn my concentration back to my mark. (more…)

‘Reflexion Faite’ by Guest Author Alex Knight

Saturday, May 25th, 2013
Guest Author Alex Knight

Guest Author Alex Knight

I woke up at 2 AM and instinctively reached for you. Of course your side of the bed was empty; you’ve been dead for three months. I wondered when, if ever, I would stop reaching for you.

Sighing, I decided I might as well get up. I knew sleep would elude me just as it had every other night. How did other wives and girlfriends cope with the sudden void in their lives? Perhaps if we’d had children I wouldn’t feel so empty inside right now.

* * *

When I started waking up every night that first month, friends told me this was normal. I didn’t think so, but they all insisted it was part of the grieving process. I was urged to go to grief counseling and every one of our friends had a small nugget of wisdom to share. (more…)

‘The News’ by Guest Author Alex Knight

Tuesday, April 30th, 2013
Guest Author Alex Knight

Guest Author Alex Knight

The News

by Alex Knight

I carried the plates to the dining room table. Normally on Wednesdays we would have meatloaf and mashed potatoes but there was something in the air and I had felt defiant all day. I wondered if there would be a ripple affect for changing the pattern of our existence and then decided it didn’t matter. He wouldn’t divorce me for serving meals out of order, would he?

Arthur eyed his dinner suspiciously although he had eaten my tuna casserole once a week for the last thirty-seven years. He had just never eaten it on a Wednesday.

“It isn’t Friday,” he accused.

“No, it’s Wednesday,” my sigh betrayed my impatience. (more…)

‘Shattered’ and ‘Patch Work’ by Guest Poet Alex Knight

Thursday, November 1st, 2012
Guest Author Alex Knight

Guest Author Alex Knight

A fine line

Walked daily

Pulled one way

Pushed another

Cries for help


“You’re the one

we always

count on,


‘strong one.'” (more…)

‘Stray Dog’ by Guest Poet Alex Knight

Wednesday, August 1st, 2012
Guest Author Alex Knight

Guest Author Alex Knight

Fingers tapped; clock watched

Late for dinner… again.

Spun tires; churned gravel

Car door slammed…


“Stuck at work.” (more…)

Poetry Collection by Guest Poet Alex Knight

Friday, June 15th, 2012
Guest Author Alex Knight

Guest Author Alex Knight

One Night’s Stand
by Alex Knight

I called tonight
Knowing you weren’t there
I wanted to hear
your voice
Cool confidence
Expressed in every syllable
When you said you would
Return the call
That’s what I needed to remember
Not the terrified pleas
That escaped your lips
When you faced
Certain death
I expected so much
More from you. (more…)

‘Date and Time Agreed (Part 4)’ by Alex Knight

Monday, February 13th, 2012
Guest Author Alex Knight

Guest Author Alex Knight

It took a few weeks for life on Marilyn’s houseboat, Just Reward, to settle into any kind of normalcy. She had trouble sleeping initially; every sound was foreign to her and it kept her nerves taut and her mind and body alert. Eventually she came to recognize the routine sounds and could now easily dismiss them.

At first her days seemed lonely, after all she had not intended to retire this early or alone. It was true that she was used to Daniel being away ninety percent of the time, but she had always counted on sharing their retirement time.

It was during the third week that Marilyn finally started to unwind and develop a schedule. She would start the day with a quick shower followed by breakfast of a half of a Ruby Red grapefruit, black coffee and whole-wheat toast. Then she would take the canoe out and go fishing for rainbow trout. Sure she could just fish from the deck, but she wanted the exercise the paddling provided for both her body and mind. (more…)

TAEM News Flash- See the following entry story outline from author Alex Knight for our February 1st issue of TAEM!!!

Monday, January 9th, 2012

by Alex Knight


I always thought that my grandmother was crazy. She rocked all day on the front porch, talking to herself and she had a way of looking through a person that unnerved the bravest of souls.

When passers-by spotted her on the porch they would cross to the other side of the street. If they spoke together in hushed tones she would proclaim just loud enough for them to hear, “I can still hear you.” At that they would walk much faster.

Some people called her crazy and some called her a witch. The rest of them called her a crazy old witch, or worse, but never within earshot.

Everyone was afraid of her.

Now… they are afraid of me. (more…)

‘Date and Time Agreed (Part 3)’ by Guest Author Alex Knight

Wednesday, November 30th, 2011
Guest Author Alex Knight

Guest Author Alex Knight

Marilyn phoned her friend, former employer and mentor, Richard. “Daniel’s been having affairs with women all over the country; I have the proof. We’re finished.”

“You can’t do this yourself. Get back to the office and make sure someone is with you for the next eight hours at least. Hold an emergency sales strategy meeting; order dinner in for the whole gang. Just stay with people, the more the merrier until you hear from me again. I’ll handle it personally.”

“Richard, I don’t want him killed, just gone. Just talk to him for me. Tell him I never want to see him or speak with him again and that he’ll hear from my lawyer. ‘My lawyer’, I don’t have a lawyer. Do you know a lawyer who can handle this for me?”

“Relax, I’ll talk to him and arrange a lawyer to handle everything.” With that he hung up on his young protégé. His reassuring words comforted Marilyn as they were meant to, but Richard knew there was only on solution to this problem. It would be worth it to come out of retirement for this special contract, he had always known that Daniel was wrong for Marilyn. Perhaps now it was time for him to tell her how he felt. Marilyn had given up on the idea of children long ago and he was no longer her employer. She deserved to be loved and cherished and if she would have him, he would spend the rest of his life making her happy.  (more…)

‘Date and Time Agreed’ (Part 2) by Guest Author Alex Knight

Tuesday, November 1st, 2011
Guest Author Alex Knight

Guest Author Alex Knight

The killer was certain there was no one with the victim. Only one car was in the parking lot, a baby blue Cadillac De Ville with the vanity plate SUMFUN. The Killer sneered, accountants and their sense of humor, who else would think number crunching was fun? 

After parking in front of the building the emergency flashers were activated and the hood popped up. Pretending to be looking under the hood, the killer scanned the area once again for potential witnesses. So far the coast was clear. Now the cell phone came out, a ploy to make it look good in case the victim was watching. An oath was uttered and a fist crashed down on the roof of the car. The cell phone was angrily tossed in through the driver’s side open window. The killer knocked on the storefront door; the victim cautiously opened it.

“Excuse me but my car’s dead and so is my cell phone. Can I use your phone to call the motor league?”

A quick look up and down the street indicated the stranded motorist was alone, and the victim opened the door wider.

“Sure, c’mon in,” those were the last words Bob the embezzling accountant uttered.  (more…)

Date and Time Agreed (Part 1) by Guest Author Alex Knight

Saturday, October 1st, 2011
Guest Author Alex Knight

Guest Author Alex Knight

Jack slumped forward in the recliner; the cigarette fell from his half opened mouth leaving ashes everywhere. A radio blaring from the street jolted him awake again and he knocked over his can of beer. Damn punks, with the bass that high it rattled the windows.

“I hope you’re deaf before you’re twenty,” he shouted to no one at all. The car was long gone. “Sarah, get your ass in here and mop up this mess. Junior grab me another beer.” Silence was his only answer. Where the hell were those kids? “Now, dammit! You kids hear me?” When there was still no response he remembered that the brats and their mom were at some stupid school function that his wife Tracey insisted they all attend. Well not him. Sure she pleaded and whined, but that slap up the side of her head shut her up fast enough.

He worked hard and a man’s home was supposed to be his castle. Once he got home from the factory he didn’t want to go to no damn, sissified school thing. Looking around his ‘castle’ Jack momentarily recognized it for the dump it truly was. The carpet was threadbare, wallpaper faded and peeling and there were a couple of books underneath one end of the sofa to replace a broken leg. Why the hell didn’t Tracey take better care of the place? (more…)

Family Jewels by Guest Author Alex Knight

Thursday, September 1st, 2011
Guest Author Alex Knight

Guest Author Alex Knight

Jake Stevens read the article again; he couldn’t believe what he had read the first go round. Yep, it said exactly what he thought it did and he immediately envisioned his next ‘get-rich-quick’ scheme.

A company in the east had developed a way to take the ashes of a cremated person and turn them into diamonds. A spokesperson for the company said their premise had been based on the principle that diamonds are merely crystallized carbon and carbon is found in all organic life. He further stated that people could now keep their dearly departed close to them always, by wearing these specially created diamonds in custom made jewelry. The spokesperson then outlined that approximately a thimble-full of ash would yield a 1/4-carat diamond at a cost of $4,000.00. Jake snorted when he laughed hard and he was snorting now.

“Molly quick, c’mon ya gotta read this. We’re gonna be stinkin’ rich!”

Molly ran as she always did when Jake hollered. She never knew if he was going to be in a good mood or a foul one. But even if the mood started out good and she wasn’t fast enough, it could turn foul in a blink of an eye. Molly read the article, but wasn’t sure what he was so all shook up about. Dare she ask? It would probably set him off again.


‘Jennifer and The Maya’ Short Story by Guest Author Alex Knight

Monday, August 1st, 2011
Guest Author Alex Knight

Guest Author Alex Knight

Racing from the square, Jennifer knew something had gone inexplicably wrong. The dense foliage impeded her progress through the jungle. Her face and arms scratched and bloody, she pushed on. Exposed roots threatened to trip her more than once, and it was all she could do to keep her balance. Tempted to look over her shoulder, she knew her attention could not be diverted from watching for pitfalls ahead. With two sets of pursuers on her heels she couldn’t afford to stop for a second. Her chest about to explode, she saw her only chance of escape ahead. If she could just make it to the river, she knew she would be safe.

Finally looking over her shoulder, she saw them both gaining on her. The Mayas were on one side and the conquistadors were on the other. It was 1518 and the Spaniards weren’t supposed to be here yet. Then Jennifer recognized the second set of pursuers, they weren’t conquistadors. It would take a miracle for her to make it to the river alive now. A shot rang out just as a brown arm snaked around her waist, pulling her down. Everything went black.

Waking some time later, Dr. Jennifer Wallace Whittaker was surprised to find that her limbs, though stiff, were not bound. As her eyes grew accustomed to the darkness, she realized she was in some sort of cave. Chilled, she was glad to see there was a small fire a few feet away. The large figure of her attacker huddled over it. He appeared to be the only other occupant of the cave. She knew she would have to outwit or outrun this man when she regained her strength and senses. (more…)

Under the Deadwood Tree by Guest Author Alex Knight

Friday, July 1st, 2011
Guest Author Alex Knight

Guest Author Alex Knight

Diane Morrison, the college’s most popular professor, stood smiling from her lectern as the class trickled in and settled down for the last lecture of the semester. As usual, it was standing room only. She was famous for the unorthodox methods by which she challenged her criminology students to think outside the box.

“This is my favorite topic,” she said, and the rustle and hum died instantly. “Is there such a thing as the perfect crime? Who wants to start our discussion?”

Several students took turns presenting a scenario for the perfect crime and each time Professor Morrison pointed out the problems and pitfalls, which would guarantee detection of said crime and lead to the eventual arrest and punishment for same.

“Professor, is it only a crime if you’re caught?” this from an earnest young man standing in the back. He was a new student who didn’t know better and although he arrived twenty minutes early, he was still too late to get even the poorest choice of seats.

“No, it’s still a crime if you’re not caught, but then it becomes the perfect crime. As soon as one other person knows of it, it ceases to be perfect. Consider the following story, and then tell me whether or not it was the perfect crime.” (more…)

Smoke and Mirrors by Guest Author Alex Knight

Wednesday, June 1st, 2011

Alex Knight

Linda logged off of the Internet, turned the computer off and quickly set the ironing board up in the middle of the living room. Her husband would be home any minute now and he would think that she had spent most of the day doing the laundry and ironing. Little did he know she was using the wash and fold service down the street and had been for several months. In fact, she had been using them ever since she became addicted to the online chat rooms.

The first time she stumbled into a chat room had been by accident but she had stayed to listen to the conversations and soon became a regular in that room. Her sister Bonnie, an addicted chatter, had warned Linda not to use her real name and so she picked Jasmine as her online name.

She was amazed at how many rooms existed and how many people were chatting in the middle of the workday. By the fifth day of chatting Linda was hooked. As soon as Mike left for work she would log on and see who was already in the different rooms. The flirtations and jokes would start and then so did the whispering. She felt alive. Men wanted her and women envied her.


Precious Things by Guest Author Alex Knight

Sunday, May 1st, 2011

Alex Knight

Caroline Stewart was certain that her husband Adam intended to kill her. As each day passed her suspicions grew stronger. After all, he had killed his first wife, hadn’t he? Well it was true that he had been acquitted, thanks to Caroline’s alibi and the testimony that she had given under oath.

The two of them had been having an affair for several months before Adam’s wife had been murdered. Adam claimed to have been driving around, trying to summon up the courage to ask Margaret for a divorce the night an intruder had bludgeoned her to death. Once the police learned of Adam’s involvement with Caroline, they had a motive and his arrest was imminent. Adam begged Caroline to provide him with an alibi. Since Caroline was alone at her cottage all weekend, it would be easy enough to say that Adam had been with her, and so she had. The officer asked Caroline if anyone else could vouch for the presence of Mr. Stewart at the cottage that weekend.

“Under the circumstances, that is hardly the kind of thing we would have advertised, is it detective?”


In the Name of Love by Guest Author Alex Knight

Friday, April 1st, 2011

Alex Knight

Making it to the lobby unrecognized was a miracle, but now Phyllis needed another one. While smoothing her hair back from her face, she realized the diamond-encrusted platinum P earring was missing from her right ear. The C was still in her left one. Phyllis knew she had them both when she left the studio and prayed her trademark earring wasn’t underneath Richard’s bloody body.

No one would ever believe she hadn’t murdered Richard, especially after the bitter argument they had on the set of her talk show earlier that morning. Even the show’s producer didn’t know it was engineered to generate more publicity and add fire to the rumors that had started when these ex-lovers announced that they were doing a major motion picture together. Groaning, she imagined the sound bites, “Academy Award Winner and Talk Show Queen, Phyllis Carter Kills Former Lover, Director Richard Arnett after a bitter, public argument, news at eleven.”

Creeping along the hallway, Phyllis was once again at Richard’s door. She entered the apartment with great trepidation and made her way to Richard’s den. Phyllis remembered how she planned to surprise him earlier with tickets to New Zealand, stealing into the den, coming up behind the chair as he looked out over the ocean view. She spun the chair around fast saying, “Surprise.” Only she was the one surprised when Richard’s body fell to the floor. Suppressing an urge to scream, Phyllis had fled the scene.

Phyllis knew if she didn’t find her earring right away, she would have to look underneath Richard’s body. Wobbly legs carried her over the threshold where she stopped short. Richard’s body was back in the chair, just as it had been earlier, and there was no sign of her earring. (more…)

The Haunting by Author Alex Knight

Tuesday, March 1st, 2011

Lawrence answered the ad and crossed his fingers that he would get this job.  It had been a while since he had worked and he was desperate.  Against all odds, and the advice of his mother, he had left home at the tender age of twenty.  Hollywood bound he was determined to be the next James Dean.  Of course the movie industry just loves these young hopefuls.  After unfulfilled promises and being used and abused by the system, he knew he had been beaten.

Yet his letters home were always filled with good news about an audition here or a small part there.  He would send his mama whatever money he could.  That it was mostly received for waiting tables or selling his blood was something he had kept to himself.  If he could just get this job, he knew things would change for him.


Actor required for three-month engagement

Excellent salary plus meals and accommodation

Auditions by appointment only

Call Mr. Hildegarde at 555-7827”