The Last Spin
The laundromat smelled like old dryer sheets and dust, and Marion stood in front of the change machine for the third time, patting her…
Stories in NonHuman tagged rivals, ranked by how many readers finish them. Reads run 18 to 26 minutes. Writers to know: The Wren Table, Street of Jasper and Fable of Winter. Readers usually start with “The Last Spin” and “The Wrong Carriage”. Some are free to read in full; the rest open with a free preview.
The laundromat smelled like old dryer sheets and dust, and Marion stood in front of the change machine for the third time, patting her…
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The elevator in Shirley's building had a mirror in it, and I made the mistake of looking into it on the ride up.
The county sent me out to the records office in March, right when the roads were still half mud and the furnace in the old building was…
Rain on the tent fly sounds like somebody dumping gravel on a drum.
My name is Lorraine Baker, I'm thirty-four years old, and I've worked security at Hollis Feed and Seed for six years.
Monica Samuels, forty-four years old and twenty-two years on the job, pulled her rented Corolla into the gravel drive of the lakeside…
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