The Pickling Hour
Macy tried the key a third time, mostly because there was nothing left to do, and the lock did the same thing it had done twice already…
Olive Whisper
Writing from UK, usually late at night with strong coffee while writing. I mostly write in Erotic Horror, especially stories built around the stranded-together story told without weather and people who work as artists or similar real-world trades. Constructive comments and favorites are always welcome. 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 Whisper
The Spreading Stain
Ida was thirty-four years old and had been driving a forklift since she was twenty-two, which meant she knew a thing or two about heavy…
The Locked Pantry
Joan Tomlinson was forty-four years old and she had been arranging the same tray of canapés for ten minutes without actually arranging…
The Anniversary Special
Caitlin had planned this night for three weeks, and so far the rain was winning.