Ink and Brine
Emily stared at the wrist tattoo while the ink gun hummed on the counter next to her.
Indigo Route
Amateur fiction writer in USA, keeping company with no pets right now, just houseplants and a glass of cabernet on Friday nights. Most of my posts live in NonHuman. I have a soft spot for the morning after, real conversation before the bedroom door closes, and clear enthusiasm once it does. 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 Indigo Route
The Morning After the End
Evangeline woke up to an arm across her ribs and a ceiling she didn't recognize.