The Sound of Her Stare
*This one came from a long Sunday afternoon with nothing but dust motes in the light.
Brass Hearth
Amateur fiction writer in Brimley, Michigan, keeping company with two Labradors who think they own the couch and bourbon neat when drafting late. I mostly write in Exhibitionist & Voyeur, especially stories built around the role-play night and people who work as architects 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 Hearth
The Site Supervisor's Game
I was thirty-four years old and standing alone in my own lobby at eleven at night, and I want to tell you it felt like power, because it…