The Farmhand's Interview
The bus had been running four hours and I still hadn't gotten used to the dark.
Engine of North
Amateur fiction writer in United Kingdom, keeping company with no pets right now, just houseplants and mezcal mule when out with friends. Most of my posts live in Gay Male. I have a soft spot for the class or lesson, real conversation before the bedroom door closes, and clear enthusiasm once it does. Constructive comments and favorites are always welcome. 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 Engine of North
Eclipse Shift
The bunkhouse at Northern Pines smelled like sawdust and floor wax, same as every building up there, and when I walked in with my duffel…