The Bore at Midnight
Evangeline Murphey had been cleaning floors at Laverton District Hospital for thirty-nine years, and in all that time she had never once…
Olive Tangent
Longtime reader from India, writing stories when the day job quiets down, in a voice that is warm and a little breathless. Most of my posts live in NonHuman, Sci-Fi & Fantasy, and Erotic Horror. I have a soft spot for the older-younger pairing (all adults, at least 21), each surprising the other, real conversation before the bedroom door closes, and clear enthusiasm once it does. 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 Olive Tangent
Last Caravan, Lost Love
The ration ledgers had their own smell, Kerry thought, and after eight years of working the registration tent she had stopped noticing it.
The Slow Hours
The sun has been sitting at the same angle for three hours now.
A New Casting
Leigh backed the hatchback up to the bay door of the gallery workshop and killed the engine.
The Fair Was Everywhere
Beverly Freeman is sixty-two years old, and she has been rehearsing this moment for thirty-five years, which is a long time to rehearse…
Root Protocol
The basement office of TerraSync smelled like cold coffee and wet earth, and that alone nearly took Ava Pearson apart at the knees.