Eclipse over Elara
I woke up at dawn in a bed that wasn't mine, with my shirt missing and one sock on and one sock off, and for a good thirty seconds I had…
The Rowan Anchor
Longtime reader from Australia, writing stories when the day job quiets down, in a voice that is literate with dry humor. I mostly write in Erotic Couplings, especially stories built around mistaken identity and people who work as realtors or similar real-world trades. 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 Rowan Anchor
The Kiln Room
I met Vera at twenty-one, in a community ceramics class held in a church basement that smelled like wet clay and old coffee.
Gallery After Dark
The last visitor left at 4:45 and I thanked the docent more warmly than I meant it.
The Captain's Cabin
I hadn't set foot on the Atlantic Star in three years, and the bastard still recognized me.
The Key to 2B
The paint smell is the first thing anybody notices about unit 2B, and I always apologize for it, which is a weird thing for a realtor to…