Steam and Sugar
The last of the guests had gone maybe twenty minutes before, and the quiet that came after was the kind I wanted to bottle.
Heather Study
Writing from Texas, usually late at night with negronis and cold brew. My wheelhouse is Group Sex, 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 Heather Study
The Glacier Auction
I'm twenty-seven, I pour beer for a living, and until last Saturday my life had gone beige.
A Mile High Over the Tarmac
The accordion case banged against my knee the whole walk from the car park.
Closing Shift Confession
The last batch came off the drum at eleven forty, and I killed the machines and just stood there listening to the quiet.
Off Season Tides
The ocean was gray the way it always is in November off the Oregon coast.