The Grease Rag
The call came in on a Tuesday.
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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The call came in on a Tuesday.
Six months ago I signed divorce papers in a strip mall lawyer's office next to a nail salon.
Teresa had owned the birdcage for six years and could not remember, most days, how she had come to own it in the first place.
I'm Britney, I'm thirty-four, and I teach yoga, which means I spend my days telling strangers to breathe while I quietly panic about my…
The book club was supposed to start at seven.
Sally had been working up to it all weekend.
The band was playing something slow and the fairy lights were doing their thing over the fountain, and I stood there with a glass of…
I drove up to the cottage on a Thursday in late April, and the first thing I saw was the lake, gray and flat as an ironing board.
*This one came from a quiet place, something about the intimacy of a shared secret at a loud event, and how the best first times are often…
Ray had been doing the Thursday run to The Anchor Tap for six months now, and in all that time he could count on one hand the number of…
Logan Forrest had been a veterinarian for film sets for eleven years, and in all that time he had never once wandered into Newman's Pawn &…
I'm Stacey Zimmer, twenty-eight years old, and I spent last September alone on my porch with a glass of wine and a spreadsheet open on my…
Bonnie Kessler was twenty-three years old and she had never given a blowjob.
The lodge sat at the end of a gravel road that the bureau plowed maybe twice a winter, and by the time Donny backed his truck up to the…
I'm twenty-four years old and I've spent most of the last three years actively avoiding anything that looks like a date.
You'd think a guy my age would have figured out by now that delivering groceries to strangers is basically paid loneliness.
I'm Art, I'm forty-three years old, and I've been the superintendent at Fairview Hills Public Golf Course for eleven years.
George had rehearsed the whole thing twice in the shower and once more in the hallway mirror, and he still felt like a man about to give a…
The gig ran long.
*This one's about what happens when two people who know every inch of each other decide to act like strangers.