The Empty Birdcage
I was twenty-eight and three months into my job at the Alpine Archive Lodge, which meant I had finally gotten good at pretending I knew…
North Alibi
Amateur fiction writer in Texas, keeping company with no pets right now, just houseplants and tea or coffee depending on the hour. My wheelhouse is Erotic Couplings, Mature, and Interracial Love, told in first-person past tense in a voice that is casual and chatty. Writing for fun and practice. Let me know which characters or settings you want more of. 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 North Alibi
The Dare Jar
I found the jar on a Tuesday in October, which figures, because Tuesdays were always the day my life decided to fall apart.
The Last Walk
I realized I hadn't felt young in ten years on a Tuesday, of all days, standing in front of the microwave waiting for my leftover curry to…