Sparks and Ashes
Caroline Phlox was thirty-four years old, and she had learned the hard way, over the two years since a divorce and one year of a mostly…
The Pine Consonant
Longtime reader from California, writing stories when the day job quiets down, in a voice that is matter-of-fact. Most of my posts live in NonHuman, Sci-Fi & Fantasy, and Erotic Horror. I have a soft spot for the shared secret, real conversation before the bedroom door closes, and clear enthusiasm once it does. 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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Stories by The Pine Consonant
Trail Light
Sandra saw the sign for Aspen Hollow as the last light faded behind the ridge.
The Cartographer of Borrowed Tides
Nadia Voss was twenty-eight years old, and her job was stealing memories out of the heads of things that could eat her.
Ember of the Pack
Maren Voss was twenty-four years old, and she had never once in her life stayed up past midnight on purpose.
The Archive Opens
Tabby Estrada was thirty-three years old, and her life had become a list.