Concrete Heat
The slam happens every first Friday of the month, down in the parking garage under the Arts Center.
Scarlet Verse
Writing from Canada, usually late at night with iced americano year-round. My wheelhouse is Anal, told in first-person past tense in a voice that is warm and a little breathless. 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 Scarlet Verse
The Church Fair Confession
I want to tell you about the day I met Suzanne Dunn, because it started with a lemon bar.
The Late Session
I have been a loan officer for fourteen years, and if you told me at thirty that I would spend most of my forty-fourth year approving…
The General's Leave
The Driftwood Inn sits two blocks from the main gate of Fort Cartwright, and it has been fading in the sun since before either of us was…
Second Shift
I'd been working the rooftop shift at the Meridian for about a year by that summer, and I knew every corner of it.