The Ridge We Never Talked About
The shuttle dropped us off at the bottom of a gravel track and said nothing about how we were supposed to get up the rest of it, so I…
The Ochre Novel
Longtime reader from La Conner, Washington, writing stories when the day job quiets down, in a voice that is casual and chatty. My wheelhouse is Crossdressing and Gay Male, told in first-person past tense in a voice that is casual and chatty. 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 Ochre Novel
The Record of Her
The lot list was lying on the corner table where I'd left it, and I'd been walking the preview hall at Fitch's for about two hours by then.
The Suit Fits
I could say I showed up to that diner feeling cool and collected, but that would be a lie, and honestly the whole night was built on me…
Pitstop Pretty
So here's how my Saturday went sideways, and honestly I'm still processing it a little.