The Last Coat of Varnish
The taxi dropped me on the corner by the old textile mill at eight in the morning, a full two hours before the rehearsal was supposed to…
Winter Myth
Writing from Lo Mustang, Nepal, usually late at night with tea or coffee depending on the hour. Expect Romance with grown-up characters (30s), specific places, and the older-younger pairing (all adults, at least 21), each surprising the other. 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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when the engine stalls, we listen
I'm Iris Marten, twenty-four, and I've been hauling parts for Hartwell's Auto out on Route 9 for three years now.
Road to Her Heart
I'd been running the same route up to Deerbone Lodge for ten years, give or take, and I could drive that last stretch of gravel blindfolded.