Mud Run Muddle
I finished the night shoot at four in the morning and decided I had earned something stupid.
Stories in Humor & Satire tagged playful and teasing, ranked by how many readers finish them. Reads run 14 to 19 minutes. Writers to know: The Juniper Harbor, Rain Ticket and The Garnet Writer. Readers usually start with “Mud Run Muddle” and “The Electrician's Confession”. Some are free to read in full; the rest open with a free preview.
I finished the night shoot at four in the morning and decided I had earned something stupid.
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