The Wrong Carriage
I'll say this up front: I'm Lyle, forty-four years old, and I drive the number 7 bus out of Brighton depot four days a week.
Street of Jasper
Amateur fiction writer in California, keeping company with a tortoiseshell cat who walks across the keyboard and iced americano year-round. My wheelhouse is NonHuman, told in first-person past tense in a voice that is matter-of-fact. 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 Street of Jasper
Greenhouse Glow
The car didn't want to start.
Salt and Ash
The conference in Boise had run long, and by the time I packed the truck on Friday afternoon I was past tired and into that hollow kind of…
Blood and Stone
The bet happened because of a water stain, if you can believe that.
Welder's Break
The alarm went off at 5:40 and I was already awake.