The Plant Whisperer
Clark killed the fern on a Monday.
Cinder Token
30s off-hours fiction writer who likes dialogue and slow tension based in Texas. My wheelhouse is BDSM and Anal, told in third-person past tense in a voice that is plain and direct. 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 Token
Open Road Lessons
The rain was coming down hard when Lizzie pulled up outside Kate's apartment building in Lincoln.
Fumbling Through the Years
Austin Torres was twenty-three years old, and he had been standing by the keg for about forty minutes, which he figured was long enough to…
Ranger's Prize
The cottage sat at the far edge of the Harrison County fairgrounds, tucked behind the horse barns like something the fair had forgotten.
The Gallery Renovation
Hayley got to the gallery at 6:40 in the morning with two coffees and a plan to move three of the track lighting heads before anyone could…