Greenhouse Glow
The car didn't want to start.
Coworkers stories, from quick reads to long series. Most coworkers stories here sit in mature and gay male. Reads run 15 to 24 minutes. Writers to know: Summit Compass, Margin of Rose and The Sparrow Chapter. Readers usually start with “Linen Closet Tryst” and “The Honey Pot at Dawn”. 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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The car didn't want to start.
*This one's for the nights when the woods feel alive and you just want to run your hands over someone new.
Nadine Conroy, forty-four years old, dentist, watched the departure board flip to CANCELED for the third time that day.
Lea walks to the barn from her cabin at half past five, before the sun has done anything worth bragging about, and the high desert air has…
Serena Cannon was forty-one years old, she sold medical devices for a living, and she had promised herself she would get through this…
Henrietta here, twenty-three, and I should say up front that this whole thing started because of a rock.
My name is Bernard Higgins, I'm thirty-four, and for the last nine months my evenings have been mostly nothing.
I do the overnight deliveries at St.
Jenni Walters was thirty-three years old, and she was awake at four thirty in the morning because of a plant.
I'm driving my forklift through the greenhouse aisles like I do every Tuesday night, thirty-six years old and ten years married, moving…
The parking lot had one truck left in it.
My birthday is in three days, which is a thing I keep forgetting to mention to people, because nobody asks anymore.
My name is Kerri Malone, I am sixty-two years old, and I have worked at the Brine Hollow pickle processing plant for thirty-six years.
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…
The taxi dropped me at the end of the crushed shell road a little after four in the afternoon, and I stood there with my guitar case and…
Move-out day at a tech conference is what I imagine a hurricane feels like if the hurricane had lanyards.
My name is Meredith, I am 62 years old, and I own a small contemporary gallery downtown in the arts district.
My cousin Debbie got married on a Saturday in June, at a restored farmhouse out past the county line.
The knock came at two in the morning.
I woke up with a strange weight across my ribs and for a second I couldn't remember what year it was.
Summit Compass, Margin of Rose, The Sparrow Chapter, The Roan Margin
Coworkers 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 coworkers stories take 15 to 24 minutes, and the average is 19. Sort by shortest to start small, or follow a series to get each part as it lands.