Snowed In, Typed Out
Let me tell you how I ended up snowed into a whiskey distillery with a man I'd spoken to maybe six times, because honestly it still sounds…
Flint Logic
Based in UK. I started posting here to get the stories out of my head and onto a page. My wheelhouse is Letters & Transcripts, told in first-person past tense in a voice that is warm and a little breathless. 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 Flint Logic
Letters from the Cooperage
I was thirty-four that fall, on sabbatical from my software job, and I had planned exactly none of what happened.
Letters to the Night Watchman
The auction house sat at the end of a dead-end street by the rail yard, four floors of cataloged everything with a loading dock that…
Letters for the Devil
My dad died owing money, and not the kind of money you can shrug at and move on from, either.