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The bus dropped me at the end of the gravel road at four in the afternoon.
Midnight Stage
Amateur fiction writer in Bagdad, Arizona, keeping company with a noisy parakeet and a crisp Riesling in the summer. Expect Romance and Erotic Couplings with grown-up characters (30s), specific places, and workplace. 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 Midnight Stage
Seam Wax and Synth Waves
I'd been on the ship for eleven weeks when I decided I was done pretending the passenger lounge was my scene.
Renovation Heat
I teach swim lessons at a public pool in a town where the fog burns off by ten and everyone over forty has a surfboard in the garage.
The Last Call Shifts
My name is Sal and I'm thirty-four years old, and for the last fourteen months I have been a lunatic about a jukebox.
Love on the High Seas
*This story was born from a love of warm, nostalgic romance and the idea of two people trying to hold onto each other despite life's…
The Auctioneer's Second Chance
I turned off the county road at seven in the morning with my truck windows down and the fair already waking up around me, and I thought…