The Hop Ties
The fairgrounds came into view right around the bend where Highway 12 dips past the water tower, and I felt my shoulders drop about two…
The Indigo Word
Amateur fiction writer in West Coast, keeping company with no pets right now, just houseplants and strong coffee while writing. My wheelhouse is Romance and First Time, told in first-person past tense in a voice that is matter-of-fact. 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 The Indigo Word
The Midnight Yard Sale
Okay, so I want to set the scene here, because when I tell this story at dinner parties nobody believes me.
Tremolo
I never thought the worst day of my professional life would involve watching a woman sing one song one time, but that's exactly what…