Caster's Confession
I'm Brandon, fifty-four years old, and I write this from the track-casting shed off Highway 8, where I spend most of my days reading mud…
Based in Illinois. I started posting here to get the stories out of my head and onto a page. Most of my posts live in Letters & Transcripts. I have a soft spot for the anniversary surprise that goes sideways, real conversation before the bedroom door closes, and clear enthusiasm once it does. Always happy to hear from readers who enjoy a real plot alongside the heat. 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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I'm Brandon, fifty-four years old, and I write this from the track-casting shed off Highway 8, where I spend most of my days reading mud…
Dear Garret, Okay, so I have decided to answer your letter the way you answered mine, in writing, from a tower, like a person with a plan.
Let me start by explaining the stall situation, because everything that came after it depends on the stall situation, and I refuse to let…
Let me start by saying I'm twenty-eight years old and I have never lost a pie competition on purpose, which will matter later.
So there I was, thirty-four years old, standing in the loading line of the MV Tanner with a duffel bag full of tattoo equipment and…