The Organ Loft
Rafe got to the flat on a Thursday evening, the keys still warm from Eliza's pocket.
Ember Prism
Based in CT. I started posting here to get the stories out of my head and onto a page. My wheelhouse is Anal, told in third-person past tense in a voice that is casual and chatty. 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 Ember Prism
Trail's End Education
Danny Kimura was twenty-nine years old and he could count on one hand the number of conversations he'd had that lasted longer than a…
Hymnal Surrender
Jenna Gardner was thirty-four years old and she had been singing alto in the choir at St.
The Operator's Directive
Tania Hale was twenty-two years old and six months into her first real job when the company sent her to Baku, and she still remembered the…