Ink and Stone
I almost died in March, which is how this whole thing started, and I need to explain it from the beginning because if you found this tin…
River Tale
Amateur fiction writer in England, keeping company with one rescue hound who sleeps under the desk and mezcal mule when out with friends. I mostly write in Letters & Transcripts and Humor & Satire, especially stories built around the stranger on the road and people who work as leaves or similar real-world trades. 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 River Tale
Copper Plates and Petal Dust
Joan Baines was thirty-two years old and bored out of her skull on a Tuesday night in February when she got the idea.
The Doorframe Chalk-Up
Every Jenkins Chalk-Up starts the same way.
The Last Shore Thing
The voicemail I left Inez was about four minutes long and I only remember half of it because I was pacing the boardwalk by the end.
My Colon Went Rogue
I was crouched behind a dumpster in the loading alley of the Inner Bloom Wellness Retreat when I remembered the fake mustache.
Roof Letters
I found the first letter on a Tuesday.
Cleanup on Aisle Four
*This one came from the quiet moments between closing and opening, when the store hums and nobody talks.
Studio Rules
The meeting ran long.
Saltwater Lines
My name is Gwen Ramsey, I'm forty-four, and last week I drove to Sacramento mostly by myself, except I wasn't really by myself by the end…