The Signal Station
My name is Bernard Higgins, I'm thirty-four, and for the last nine months my evenings have been mostly nothing.
Clover Lodge
Longtime reader from New York, writing stories when the day job quiets down, in a voice that is warm and a little breathless. My wheelhouse is Erotic Couplings, Interracial Love, and Romance, told in first-person past tense in a voice that is warm and a little breathless. Writing for fun and practice. Let me know which characters or settings you want more of. 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 Clover Lodge
Hop and Sway
The rope went with a crack you could feel in your teeth.
The Rules List
I made the list on a Thursday night, sitting on my couch in my underwear eating cold pad thai out of the box, because that's just the kind…
Stage Lights and Second Takes
The bus to Copper Hill runs twice a day from the county seat, and I was on the afternoon one, which meant I got to sit behind a farmer who…
Drinks in the Crew Bar
My name is Hilary Fox, I'm twenty-nine years old, and I was pacing the promenade deck of a ferry as if I'd lost my keys, my wallet, and my…