The Last Newsletter
My birthday was in three days, and I was spending the morning before it crawling through a broken escalator in a dying shopping mall in…
Brass Ghost
Longtime reader from Dubois, Wyoming, writing stories when the day job quiets down, in a voice that is warm and a little breathless. I mostly write in Romance and Erotic Couplings, especially stories built around the favor and people who work as curators or similar real-world trades. Constructive comments and favorites are always welcome. Ranked by how many readers finish them. Some are free to read in full; the rest open with a free preview.
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Stories by Brass Ghost
The Belay Partner
The text I sent at 9:40 on a Tuesday night was, in hindsight, pretty forward.
The Night We Weren't Ourselves
I drove up to Redwood National Park on a Friday afternoon in late August, twenty-four years old and tired in a way that sleep wasn't going…
When He Held Her Steady
I want to tell you about the night everything shifted at The Crux, but I have to back up a bit first, because the whole mess starts with a…