Rearview
The clock above the register said 2:04 when Nicky heard the engine coming up US-6, that ragged cough-and-sputter sound of a car that had…
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Anal stories. Anal stories, from quick reads to long series. Reads run 13 to 18 minutes. Writers to know: Indigo Spiral, Topaz Type and West Sketch. Readers usually start with “Drum Room Touch” and “Calibration”. 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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41 42 The Stag's Return
I paid the rental car guy through the app and sat in the driveway for a minute before I got out.
43 Helmet Day at the Lek
I got to the lek perimeter at two in the afternoon with a clipboard, two pens, and a paper cup of chai I'd already finished.
44 Equinox Morning
Ben woke up with a crick in his neck and a stone floor printing its pattern into his hip.
45 seven days of almost
I was twenty-eight when I flew to Tempe, and Elijah was thirty-one.
46 The Layover Gift
Okay so here's how my Tuesday went completely sideways, and I mean that in the best possible way.
47 Marathon Night
The dome swallowed sound in a funny way.
48 The Backdoor Scholarship
I used to plan everything.
49 Papercut Spite
I want to start with the memo, because the memo is the whole reason for what happened on the nineteenth floor of Blaine & Rodgers on a…
50 Mess Hall Reunion
The neon sign outside the bar buzzed like it always did.
51 The Hygienist's Challenge
Okay so you're probably wondering how a dental hygienist ends up working at a tech startup, right?
52 The Ferry Strike Dare
The ferry strike started Tuesday and by Thursday I was stuck.
53 Slide Lesson
Three months ago I was still living near the coast, teaching swim lessons at the Y in Cannon Beach, smelling like chlorine six days a week.
54 Second Take
Ten years ago I stood in a trailer at a course outside Scottsdale with Jayne, and we both blinked at each other like two people who had…
55 The Late Return
I turn twenty-five on Sunday and I've been weird about it for weeks.
56 Dirt Track Desire
The track is mostly empty by the time I wander back to the pits.
57 Quarry Hour
The haboob was supposed to come through around four.
58 The Tender Fill
The cab dropped me on a block that smelled like sawdust and old money, and I stood on the sidewalk with my suitcase and looked up at the…
59 Slow Tide
I moved to Saltcliff in October, right after the last of the summer people cleared out.
60 Juggling Acts
My name is Bert, I'm thirty-four, and at the start of this story I was pulling shots at an espresso cart on the convention floor of the…