The Cabin Mix-Up
Brody drove the whole way while I watched the corn go by.
The Neon Detour
Amateur fiction writer in North Carolina, keeping company with no pets right now, just houseplants and strong coffee while writing. I mostly write in Gay Male, especially stories built around the slow seduction told over several separate evenings and people who work as actors or similar real-world trades. 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 The Neon Detour
Birthday in Barcelona
The flight from Chicago had eaten eleven hours of my life and most of my spine, and by the time the taxi dropped me in front of the hotel…
The Foreman
He was typing on his phone when I walked up.