Postmark to Phoebe
My name is Franny Brooks, I'm twenty-six years old, and I married a man in March three years ago who now wears my hoodie like it's his.
Cypress Ledger
Amateur fiction writer in California, keeping company with no pets right now, just houseplants and a crisp Riesling in the summer. My wheelhouse is Letters & Transcripts, told in first-person past tense in a voice that is warm and a little breathless. Always happy to hear from readers who enjoy a real plot alongside the heat. 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 Cypress Ledger
The Auctioneer's Apprentice
My name is Rufus Lowe.
Stemming the Confusion
The first letter came under my door on a Tuesday, which matters because Tuesdays are when Toby the super supposedly fixes things in the…
Road Tapes
I'm Bri Rios, forty-two years old, and I have been the tour manager for this band for six years.
tasting notes
I was forty-four last spring when I made an ass of myself at a gallery opening in Oakland, and I will state upfront that I knew I was…
callbacks
*This one started with a question: what happens when you ask an actor to stop performing for five minutes?
Knead the Dough
I wrote the email on a Tuesday night, sitting at my kitchen table with a bowl of leftover soup going cold next to my laptop.