The Locksmith's Van
I'm twenty-eight years old and I coach women's basketball at a small college outside of Charleston, which means I spend about four months…
Token of Obsidian
Early 20s night-owl hobbyist who writes for fun based in Midwest. My wheelhouse is Group Sex, told in first-person past tense in a voice that is literate with dry humor. 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 Token of Obsidian
Rooftop Slow Burn
Sue here, forty-two, landscaper, hands like sandpaper no matter how much lotion I buy.
Last Call Climb
I had told myself a dozen times on the drive over that I could still turn around.
The Late Night Invitation
The hotel had one of those lobbies that was trying too hard, all dark wood and pendant lights and a girl at the desk who called me…