The Conference Room Fiasco
Natalie Schaeffer came through the hotel doors at a half run, dragging a green duffel bag that kept snagging on the revolving door.
Cinder Syntax
Amateur fiction writer in Kalaw, Myanmar, keeping company with no pets right now, just houseplants and craft stout and Islay scotch. Most of my posts live in Interracial Love and Mature. I have a soft spot for the shared secret, real conversation before the bedroom door closes, and clear enthusiasm once it does. I read every comment even when I am slow to reply. Hope you find something here worth bookmarking. 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 Cinder Syntax
The Translator's Appetite
Joanie Koch was thirty-six years old, and she could count her impulsive decisions on one hand with fingers left over.