The DJ and the Stagehand
The last song faded out around one in the morning and I killed the decks.
Indigo Reader
30s solo amateur writer posting after work based in Tata, Hungary. Most of my posts live in Anal. I have a soft spot for the older-younger pairing (all adults, at least 21), each surprising the other, 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 Indigo Reader
Deralied by Love
The Ponderosa Campground sat at the end of a gravel road that had been trying to shake my car apart for the last twenty minutes.
The Neighbor's Door
I was on my couch on a Tuesday night, staring at my phone like it owed me money, when somebody knocked on my door.