The Hookup That Didn't
*This one came from the idea of two people meeting for a hookup and finding their lives intersect in ways neither planned.
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*This one came from the idea of two people meeting for a hookup and finding their lives intersect in ways neither planned.
A month.
I woke up on my twenty-ninth birthday to a text from my ex-wife that said only "happy bday, hope you're well."
My name is Iris Leland, I'm twenty-nine years old, and I have been standing in a convent garden since seven in the morning waiting for a…
Saturday mornings at the Oakridge farmers market always start the same way for me.
The knock came at two in the morning.
The siren went off a little after six on a Tuesday evening, and it was the kind of sound that made your teeth hurt before your brain…
Brianna had been in the grocery store for twenty minutes and she still hadn't picked a cereal.
Cyndi Farrell, a white woman of thirty-six, professionally annoyed, pushed through the door of Sergio's at 7:04 on a Friday night in late…
My name is Colleen, I'm twenty-three years old, and I live in a town so small that our biggest civic scandal last year was whether the…
I'm Willa.
I have been a flight attendant for eleven years, and in all that time I have never once missed a flight, called in sick, or traded a shift…
Joan Tomlinson was forty-four years old and she had been arranging the same tray of canapés for ten minutes without actually arranging…
The deal died at 11:40 in the morning, which I know because the clock on the wall of the conference room had a loud second hand and…
The merger party was killing me.
Thirty days of leave and nowhere to go.
I stood in the dark hallway of the office building, my hands in my pockets, wondering if this was the strangest birthday I'd ever planned.
Britney Robbins was forty-four years old and had been a hairdresser for twenty-two years, and in all that time she had learned that when a…
Jessi Alvarez arrived at the country club at nine in the morning on a Friday, thirty-one years old and carrying a garment bag full of…
I want to tell you this story right, so let me start at the beginning, which for me is standing in a hotel parking lot at eleven at night…
Flint Journal, The Iron Horizon, The Stone Switch, Salt Narrative
Feet 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 feet stories take 14 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.