Backline Confessions
I'm forty-two years old, and last Tuesday I got off in a recording studio control room with an old bandmate watching.
Phantom of Lark
30s solo amateur writer posting after work based in United States. I mostly write in Toys & Masturbation, especially stories built around the class or lesson and people who work as roasters or similar real-world trades. 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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Stories by Phantom of Lark
The Studio's Secret
Chloe left on a Tuesday for a gallery thing in Chicago, and by Wednesday evening I was standing in her studio with a bag of groceries and…
pumping nostalgia
I had been on the road for four hours when I finally accepted that the best part of the trip was the part where nobody knew where I was.
Ski Lodge Test Run
The drive up to Eagle Crest took me two hours and most of my nerve.
The Birthday Ravioli
Another Tuesday, another ten hours of my hands smelling like garlic no matter how many times I scrubbed them.
Cup 37
I was thirty-four years old, freshly divorced as of March, and standing in a hotel room in Cleveland rehearsing lines to say to a man I…