Cranberry Shift
I am forty-four years old, and I have been single for three years, which if you do the math means the last time anybody touched me on…
Quartz Wave
Amateur fiction writer in Illinois, keeping company with no pets right now, just houseplants and pinot noir or dark roast coffee. Most of my posts live in Toys & Masturbation. I have a soft spot for the experiment, 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 Quartz Wave
The Pager on the Shelf
The pager sat on the shelf by the door where it always sat, and I had picked it up and put it down maybe forty times by the time the sky…
Séance Frequency
My name's Aly, I'm fifty-four, and I own a ghost tour company in Edinburgh.
The Glassblower's Lesson
The bus dropped me off at the bottom of the hill and I nearly fell getting down the steps because I was so excited.
Rest Stop Relief
I drove four hours down Interstate 5 with the radio mostly static and my right knee aching from holding the same position, and when I…
The Long Winter Game
I'm Cora, twenty-eight, and I run the ferry booth out at Port Blossom.
The Repair Clause
My name is Barbara and I turned twenty-nine back in March, which I mention because my ex-husband used to say I'd act thirty-five by the…
One Last Confession Before Dawn
*This story came from a quiet curiosity about what happens when two old friends break their own unspoken rules for one night.
The Archive's Guest
I locked the reading room door behind me with hands that wouldn't quit shaking.