The Soured Milk Room
I watched Felix go from the guesthouse window, his sample kit slung over one shoulder and his hat pulled down against the morning sun, and…
Maple Witness
Amateur fiction writer in California, keeping company with a senior shepherd mix and herbal tea at midnight. Expect Erotic Horror and NonHuman with grown-up characters (40s), specific places, and teacher and student of desire. 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 Maple Witness
The Night Shift Feed
I punched in at 7:01 p.m., which is a stupid thing to say about a night shift, so let me back up.
Melted Snow
*This one came from thinking about how we stop exploring our partners after years together.