Glacier Season
Gladys here, fifty-two, accountant, and if you had told me three years ago I'd be white-knuckling a rental Corolla through a snow squall…
Beach town stories, from quick reads to long series. Most beach town stories here sit in lesbian sex and letters & transcripts. Reads run 14 to 23 minutes. Writers to know: Lantern of Starling, The Brass Folio and The Maple Whisper. Readers usually start with “Shifting the Trail” and “Ballast and Bread”. 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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Gladys here, fifty-two, accountant, and if you had told me three years ago I'd be white-knuckling a rental Corolla through a snow squall…
Roland Dawkins was forty-four years old and he could tell you exactly what any given Tuesday was going to look like.
Let me tell you about the most boring stretch of my life before this happened.
The voicemail I left Inez was about four minutes long and I only remember half of it because I was pacing the boardwalk by the end.
The pier at Seaspray Point smelled like rope and salt and cold diesel, and I stood at the end of it for a good two minutes before I walked…
The wind off the water had turned cold enough that I regretted stuffing the good scarf, the wool one my sister sent from up north two…
The alarm went off at four.
The trouble with selling blood pressure pills to tired people is that after a while you start to feel like one of them, and by the middle…
Dear Nella, Okay so you know how Caleb and I have been in that rut lately, the one where our biggest argument is whose turn it is to…
The rain was coming down sideways when I pulled into the gravel lot at Tide, and I sat there in my Corolla for a good two minutes just…
The ocean was gray the way it always is in November off the Oregon coast.
I watched Joseph unpack the car in that way of his, the way a pharmacist counts pills.
The certified letter was the last stop of the day, and of course it was for the B&B, because the universe has a sense of humor and mine…
The breakup was six weeks old and I was still doing the math on it.
I had the file open on my desk for three days before I did anything with it.
Cecelia had rehearsed the ask for two months before she finally made it.
The rain had been coming down sideways all evening, the kind of rain that made Port Blaine feel like the last town on earth, and Eliza was…
Shelby Benson was fifty-two years old and she had never once lost an argument with a roof.
The Saltwake Hotel sat at the end of the boardwalk like an old dog nobody had the heart to put down, three stories of faded teal siding…
I was forty-three years old in January, staring at a window streaked with salt and rain, in a room that smelled like damp wool and old…
Lantern of Starling, The Brass Folio, The Maple Whisper, Midnight Works
Beach town stories, from quick reads to long series.
Some stories are free to read in full, with no account. The rest open with a free preview; members read everything.
Most beach town stories take 14 to 23 minutes, and the average is 18. Sort by shortest to start small, or follow a series to get each part as it lands.