Keg Ritual at Seda
Khalid Conway was thirty-six years old, and he had been laying hedge stakes on the helipad for two hours when Oliver Reimer came storming…
The Steel Highway
Writing from New York, usually late at night with tea or coffee depending on the hour. Most of my posts live in Humor & Satire. I have a soft spot for the role-play night, real conversation before the bedroom door closes, and clear enthusiasm once it does. 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 Steel Highway
The Sundial Shift
Tina was twenty-seven and had never once been inside the locomotive wash shed behind the dock.
The Reunion Carcass
The market square was gray when they pulled in.
Thermometer at Dawn
Lizzie Marsh was forty-three years old, and she had baked competitively for exactly three years, which meant she had been doing it roughly…
The Pink Tractor Pull
*This one came from a deep love of small-town absurdity and the way pride makes us do ridiculous things.
The Grounds
Roberta had been on her feet since nine that morning, and by a quarter past five her knees had filed their usual protest.