Thaw Point
You'd think a guy who does pretend for a living could handle a little cold.
First Time stories. First Time stories, from quick reads to long series. Reads run 19 to 24 minutes. Writers to know: North Craft, Roan Diary and Midnight Gallery. Readers usually start with “The Corkscrew Bid” and “Horsehair and Mustard”. 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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You'd think a guy who does pretend for a living could handle a little cold.
I was sorting parcel labels at the distribution center on a Tuesday when Katya dropped the whole thing on me like a sack of wet newspapers.
The gym smelled like rubber and chalk and somebody's leftover protein bar.
Okay so here's how my dumb revenge plan started, and I want you all to appreciate how badly it went off the rails, because it went off the…
I'm Cathy, I'm forty-three, and I deliver packages for a living.
Fran Smyth was twenty-three years old, and she had learned something about herself that fall: you can walk into your own apartment with a…
Okay, so I'm standing in the parking lot of the Fairway Pines driving range at seven on a Thursday evening, and I want you to understand…
*This one's for anyone who's ever hoped for a first time that's both hot and awkwardly human.
I made the list on a Thursday night, sitting on my couch in my underwear eating cold pad thai out of the box, because that's just the kind…
The trail up to the hut nearly killed me, and I mean that in the most dramatic way possible.
The flyer said the language exchange met Thursdays at the Railway Museum.
The sheet smells like her soap.
Roni was thirty-four years old and had been a flight attendant for nine years, and she could sleep in a middle seat in row 31 with a…
The drive up took six hours and I did most of it with the radio off, which should tell you something about the state I was in.
I parked my sedan between a pickup with a gun rack and a dirt bike that had no business being leaned against a porch, and I sat there for…
I'm Denise.
You know how you get talked into a thing?
I boarded the train in Adelaide at half past seven on a Tuesday evening, hauling a suitcase I had overpacked by half.
The festival was a twenty minute drive from my apartment, and I spent all twenty of them rehearsing what I'd say.
I was thirty-three last November when I decided my life needed a hard reset, and the way I did it was to agree to house-sit for my friend…