the olivewood leg
Penelope Boone is forty-three years old and she has never loved a job this much in her whole life, and the funny part is the job is mixing…
Longtime reader from Australia, writing stories when the day job quiets down, in a voice that is a bit rough around the edges. My wheelhouse is Erotic Horror, Sci-Fi & Fantasy, and NonHuman, told in third-person present tense in a voice that is a bit rough around the edges. 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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Penelope Boone is forty-three years old and she has never loved a job this much in her whole life, and the funny part is the job is mixing…
Annika Reynolds, twenty-nine years old and proud of it, pushed through the glass doors of the Shetland Ferry Terminal at five minutes past…
Meredith Gilbert is thirty-four years old, a quarter troll on her mother's side, and she has been on her feet for nine hours.
Farah sits at the corner table by the window of the lakefront bar and counts what she has left.
Karl Wilkes was thirty-six years old and bored out of his skull.