The Last Blueprint
My name is Douglas Pike, I'm sixty-two years old, and I should probably start with the last time I touched my wife, because that's where…
Dark and intense stories, from quick reads to long series. Most dark and intense stories here sit in erotic couplings and bdsm. Reads run 15 to 24 minutes. Writers to know: Topaz Type, The Rowan Anchor and The Birch Coda. Readers usually start with “Deep Brine” and “Letters from the Wild Garlic”. 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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My name is Douglas Pike, I'm sixty-two years old, and I should probably start with the last time I touched my wife, because that's where…
*This one came from thinking about how close suburban living can make strangers feel like family.
The night shift at a desert motel teaches a man two things.
The rain had been coming down since Dayton, and by the time the van rolled into Lark County the fair's lights had gone soft and smeared…
My name is Rita, I'm forty-three years old, and I've been carrying a grudge against my ex-husband for five years, which is about as useful…
The shop smelled like grease and rubber, and the fluorescents buzzed over the polished concrete like the place was nervous too.
Douglas Tanner checked his fire escape every night before bed.
Ray Mata got out of his Corolla outside the warehouse on Wythe Avenue and checked his teeth in the rearview mirror.
The bus let me off on a stretch of road that had no business being a bus stop, just a post with a faded sign and a gravel shoulder already…
*This one just poured out of me after a long night drive through the high desert.
The lift stopped hard.
My name is Stephanie, I'm forty-two, and I've been married to Shane for seventeen years.
*This one came from the idea of putting a lifeguard on dry land and watching the water metaphors dry up.
The call came in on a Tuesday morning while I was up a ladder in the Co-op depot rewiring a fault in the loading bay lights, and Paul…
Alissa was forty-two years old and she had never once gotten lost in her own marriage until they moved to the village.
The greenhouse smelled like wet soil and orchids.
The sign on the building said MIDNIGHT DISPATCH in letters that used to glow blue but now just glowed half blue.
Kristin saw him before she was ready to.
*This one came from wanting a dark, slow-burn revenge story that cracks open into something softer.
Faith Hartley was twenty-three years old, and she had driven four hours north to sit in somebody else's house and feel sorry for herself…
Topaz Type, The Rowan Anchor, The Birch Coda, Cypress Ledger
Dark and intense 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 dark and intense 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.