Watching Tiff
Tiff asked me to house-sit again, and of course I said yes again.
Construction site stories, from quick reads to long series. Most construction site stories here sit in romance and bdsm. Reads run 17 to 25 minutes. Writers to know: Meadow Listener, Midnight Stage and Meadow Signal. Readers usually start with “Watching Tiff” and “The Tile Job”. 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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Tiff asked me to house-sit again, and of course I said yes again.
I took the whole first week of June off, which for me is basically a miracle.
Adelaide had a system, and the system worked.
Kimmy, twenty-eight, dispatcher for a construction materials supplier, sat in her car outside the trailhead and thought about cargo.
I've been going to storage auctions for six years now.
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…
I'm thirty-four years old and I sell commercial flooring for a living, which means I have spent the last eleven years of my life in places…
I got to the old bell buoy depot at seven in the morning with a clipboard, two coffees, and no idea what I was getting myself into.
I had the whole morning to myself, which never happens.
Sammi Winston was thirty-three years old and had planned forty-one weddings, and she would tell anyone who stood still long enough that…
*This one came from wanting to write something playful and hot without any angsty betrayal, just a wife reminding everyone she's the one.
Dottie took the turn off the coast road at nine in the morning and saw the house rise up out of the fog like it had been waiting for her.
I was twenty-eight that fall, and I want to get the ages out of the way up front because people always ask.
I'm Andreas Conti, sixty-four years old, retired firefighter, thirty-five years married to the same woman.
You'd think a guy who does pretend for a living could handle a little cold.
Laura Holcomb was twenty-four and she worked nights.
The dipstick handle had been snapped clean off at the thread, and I found it lying in the filter room like a little white bone.
The first blast hit at 5:47 in the morning.
The taxi dropped me on the corner by the old textile mill at eight in the morning, a full two hours before the rehearsal was supposed to…
I was thirty-four years old and standing alone in my own lobby at eleven at night, and I want to tell you it felt like power, because it…
Meadow Listener, Midnight Stage, Meadow Signal, Twilight Epilogue
Construction site 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 construction site stories take 17 to 25 minutes, and the average is 20. Sort by shortest to start small, or follow a series to get each part as it lands.