Lost Key Found
Monica had been working at city hall for six years, and in all that time she had never once needed to go into the basement storage room at…
Sci-Fi & Fantasy stories. Sci-Fi & Fantasy stories, from quick reads to long series. Reads run 22 to 27 minutes. Writers to know: Sundown Wanderer, Glass Ritual and Shift of Ivory. Readers usually start with “Lost Key Found” and “Colony 7 Estate”. 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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Monica had been working at city hall for six years, and in all that time she had never once needed to go into the basement storage room at…
Glenna Swenson had better things to do with a day off than fight strangers over furniture.
The penthouse smelled like lemon cleaner and old money.
I was up on the solar catwalk fixing a dead junction box when I saw the pack come through the gate.
The letter came on a Tuesday, which felt like a joke because nothing good has ever come to me on a Tuesday.
Marisa Kruger was thirty-four years old, and she had spent eleven of those years being the most trustworthy woman in Bracken-Hollow.
The key stuck in the door of the Weaver's Rest, and Nellie Lowenstein gave it the same shoulder-jiggle she gave the clinic's supply…
*This one came from a daydream about ledgers and lies, and how easily we trust a stamp and a signature.
Six years ago I kissed a man at a party and he disappeared the next morning.
*This one came out darker than I expected.
Gabrielle Wentworth stood at the front of the granary and tapped the slate with her stick.
*Hey there.
The clock above the pie case says 11:47.
Cherie Gaines was twenty-eight years old and she could tell you the exact contents of her lunch cooler for the next eleven days without…
Malik Dawkins was thirty-four years old, and he was watching a woman take his sound booth apart with her bare hands.
Teresa Smithson walked into the bunker at dusk the way she had walked into it for fourteen years, which was to say without thinking much…
So here's how my night started, and I'll tell it straight because there's no point lying to you people.
Damian Sanders was twenty-eight and he could not remember the last time Grace had cried in front of him before tonight.
The galley smells like burnt rehydrated coffee and someone else's feet.
Amelie had watched a lot of people win things.
Sundown Wanderer, Glass Ritual, Shift of Ivory, Iron Contour