Lost Key Found
Monica had been working at city hall for six years, and in all that time she had never once needed to go into the basement storage room at…
Ochre Ballad
Writing from Chilecito, Argentina, usually late at night with herbal tea at midnight. My wheelhouse is Sci-Fi & Fantasy and NonHuman, told in third-person past tense in a voice that is plain and direct. 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 Ochre Ballad
The Clocktower Bet
The key stuck in the door of the Weaver's Rest, and Nellie Lowenstein gave it the same shoulder-jiggle she gave the clinic's supply…
The Second Trick
Cherie Gaines was twenty-eight years old and she could tell you the exact contents of her lunch cooler for the next eleven days without…
When the Mailbag Drops
*This one came from wanting to write something tender and slow, about two adults who meet online and actually click.