Selling Shadows
I turned fifty-five on a Tuesday and nobody sent flowers.
Stories in Erotic Horror tagged strangers, ranked by how many readers finish them. Reads run 20 to 26 minutes. Writers to know: Quiet Post, Tawny Grammar and The Ridge Record. Readers usually start with “Selling Shadows” and “The Spreading Stain”. Some are free to read in full; the rest open with a free preview.
I turned fifty-five on a Tuesday and nobody sent flowers.
Ida was thirty-four years old and had been driving a forklift since she was twenty-two, which meant she knew a thing or two about heavy…
The house had been sitting empty for two years before Luce moved into it.
Val took the house-sitting job out of spite.
The DJ put on some slow song and the room went soft.
Georgina typed the last line of the sales summary, read it back, and deleted it.
I still remember the first week at the lodge, how quiet it was up there, quiet in a way that city people don't really understand until…
*This story came from wanting to write something quiet and coastal, where the danger was cold instead of loud, and where tenderness didn't…