The Rot and the Rise
Keira pulled the truck onto the gravel track slow, careful, the way she always did when the plan mattered.
Amateur fiction writer in Ontario, Canada, keeping company with two Labradors who think they own the couch and tea or coffee depending on the hour. I mostly write in Transgender and Lesbian Sex, especially stories built around the bet or dare and people who work as waitresses 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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Keira pulled the truck onto the gravel track slow, careful, the way she always did when the plan mattered.
Theresa Gonzales pulled into the campground lot at four in the afternoon, fifty-two years old and single for the first time since she was…
Jodie watched the truck pull out of the lot at half past six on a Tuesday evening.
Sandra Driscoll was thirty-four years old and she was done.
*This one came from thinking about the particular ache of wanting someone you barely know, and the terror of being clumsy with something…