The Séance Ladder
Anya's car crunches up the gravel drive at half past seven, and the first thing she sees is not the hives or the candles.
Thistle Tempo
Amateur fiction writer in Florida, keeping company with no pets right now, just houseplants and red wine and late-night diner coffee. My wheelhouse is Interracial Love, First Time, and Erotic Couplings, told in third-person present tense in a voice that is plain and direct. 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 Thistle Tempo
One Night, Two Strangers
George had rehearsed the whole thing twice in the shower and once more in the hallway mirror, and he still felt like a man about to give a…