The Pleasure Pact
Marisa Kruger was thirty-four years old, and she had spent eleven of those years being the most trustworthy woman in Bracken-Hollow.
Fantasy town sci-fi & fantasy stories
Stories in Sci-Fi & Fantasy tagged fantasy town, ranked by how many readers finish them. Reads run 21 to 26 minutes. Writers to know: Pearl Phrase, Glass Ritual and Topaz Fiction. Readers usually start with “The Pleasure Pact” and “The Clocktower Bet”. Some are free to read in full; the rest open with a free preview.
Fantasy town sci-fi & fantasy stories, ranked by readers
01 02 The Clocktower Bet
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…
03 Counterfeit Ledger
*This one came from a daydream about ledgers and lies, and how easily we trust a stamp and a signature.
04 Ember and Ink
Six years ago I kissed a man at a party and he disappeared the next morning.
05 The Brewer's Price
*Hey there.
06 Debt of Echoes
Malik Dawkins was thirty-four years old, and he was watching a woman take his sound booth apart with her bare hands.
07 Tide and Time
The meeting hall of the Saltside Clock Tower filled up the way it always did before a vote, which was to say slowly and with a lot of…
08 The Resin Morning
*This one came from wanting to write something quiet, a story about wanting again after a long silence, set in a town where magic smells…
09 The Puppeteer's Knife
The plan for the evening had been simple, the way all my plans were lately.
10 The Dawn Rep
Olwen woke with the sun striping the bed in yellow bars and no spell left in her skin.
11 Trades at the Veil
*This story was born from a bet I once overheard in a farmer's market: how much heat can two people who already trust each other carry in…
12 Brushfire and Blossom
I came to Fennic's Rest on a Tuesday in late spring, twenty-eight years old and freshly divorced, with a trunk full of enchanted junk and…
13 The Last Request
Corey Webb was forty-two years old and had spent twenty years drifting from one market town to the next, spinning records for crowds that…
14 Dust Sprint
The dust-sled didn't like the heat, and honestly, neither did I.
15 Ember to Ash
I was thirty-four that autumn, and I thought I knew every kind of tired.
16 The Groundsman's Choice
*This one came from the image of a glass office above a golden tree and the ache of knowing something perfect has an expiration date.
17 The Auctioneer's Echo
The auction stage at dawn was the quietest place in Emberfall, and Tori Gunn had always liked that about it.
18 Cinnamon & Copper
Shae Hartford was twenty-three years old and she had a problem, and the problem was not the dough sticking to her knuckles.