The Oil Press Proposal
The absurd part wasn't that I was trapped overnight in a disused oil palm press at the edge of Kanas Lake.
West Sketch
Amateur fiction writer in Texas, keeping company with no pets right now, just houseplants and tea or coffee depending on the hour. My wheelhouse is Anal, told in first-person past tense in a voice that is literate with dry humor. 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 West Sketch
Scanner's Hour
The scanner died at nine in the evening, and to be honest, I actually laughed when it did.
The Barn Reunion Game
I turned twenty-nine in March, which meant I was old enough to know better than to agree to fake-date someone I barely knew, and young…
Summer Rooftop
Right off, I wasn't stalking anybody.
The Hackathon Sub
Petra here.