The Last Firefly Lantern
The conference had hit the wall around hour four of day two.
Narrative of Gold
Amateur fiction writer in England, keeping company with no pets right now, just houseplants and a glass of cabernet on Friday nights. My wheelhouse is Erotic Couplings, told in first-person past tense in a voice that is matter-of-fact. 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 Narrative of Gold
The Mortar Confession
It started two years ago, at my grandfather's grave, and I've never told a living soul how petty I actually am.
The Slopeside Shag
I've been planning weddings for fourteen years, and if there's one thing it's made me an expert at, it's spotting couples who are going to…
Lead and Follow
I never figured I'd end up holding my ex-wife's hand again.