The Glass Bird
I'm Lawrence, twenty-eight, and I work at a bank, which is exactly as fun as it sounds.
Writing from Florida, usually late at night with tea or coffee depending on the hour. Most of my posts live in Gay Male. I have a soft spot for the stranded-together story told without weather, 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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I'm Lawrence, twenty-eight, and I work at a bank, which is exactly as fun as it sounds.
It's been a year now, and I still can't get through the whole thing in my head without stopping somewhere around the balcony.
My name is Nick.
The motel room smelled like salt and cedar, which made no sense, because motels never smell like anything but carpet cleaner and old…
So here's how I ended up working weekends at a used bookstore at thirty-four years old.
I'm 34 years old and I spend my weekends driving around a cul-de-sac taking notes on people's hedges.