Taste of the Bitter Herb
"You want me to hold your life in my hands?"
City rooftop stories, from quick reads to long series. Most city rooftop stories here sit in erotic couplings and gay male. Reads run 15 to 23 minutes. Writers to know: Vermilion Avenue, Delta Corner and Scarlet Verse. Readers usually start with “Taste of the Bitter Herb” and “The Tape Recorder”. 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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"You want me to hold your life in my hands?"
I woke up on the floor of an engine room, which is not a sentence I ever expected to type, let alone live.
We got married a year ago, when I was twenty-three and Lori was twenty-four, and then we spent almost the whole first year of it living in…
Sue here, forty-two, landscaper, hands like sandpaper no matter how much lotion I buy.
Tia was thirty-four years old, and she was bored out of her skull, which was the only reason she said yes to any of this.
The bus stopped and the driver said, "Terminal Four," and Carson and I just sat there like idiots because that was not our terminal.
Bradly Leeds climbed the ladder to the police station roof at midnight, same as he did three or four nights a week when the desk was slow…
I was twenty-three that summer and I had a job inspecting bridges along the coast road, which sounds more interesting than it was.
The elevator in Shirley's building had a mirror in it, and I made the mistake of looking into it on the ride up.
Penelope Boone is forty-three years old and she has never loved a job this much in her whole life, and the funny part is the job is mixing…
The brasserie on Rue des Trois Rois had maybe nine tables and a ceiling fan that spun like it resented its job.
I came home early on a Thursday.
Right off, I wasn't stalking anybody.
*This story was born from a fantasy of summer heat and accidental intimacy...
Ten years.
*This one started with the image of summer heat on a tar roof and the question of what would happen if you only had one night to explore…
Twenty-two years of deliveries will hollow a man out in ways he doesn't notice until one day he's standing in front of a mirror in a truck…
I was twenty-nine years old last July, and I spent one whole afternoon in the back of a bowling alley buffing a pin with a rag.
The heatwave had been sitting on the city for nine days by the time I gave up on dignity.
The gas station sat halfway between the winery and the ferry dock, which meant I ended up there more often than any reasonable person would.
Vermilion Avenue, Delta Corner, Scarlet Verse, The Midnight Quota
City rooftop 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 city rooftop stories take 15 to 23 minutes, and the average is 19. Sort by shortest to start small, or follow a series to get each part as it lands.