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I wake up on a futon in my underwear and a borrowed T-shirt, in a room that smells like sawdust and somebody's cheap fabric softener, and…
Feet stories, from quick reads to long series. Most feet stories here sit in romance and erotic couplings. Reads run 14 to 24 minutes. Writers to know: Flint Journal, The Iron Horizon and The Stone Switch. Readers usually start with “Drum Room Touch” and “The Pasta Cutter”. 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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I wake up on a futon in my underwear and a borrowed T-shirt, in a room that smells like sawdust and somebody's cheap fabric softener, and…
Okay, so let me tell you how I ended up kissing a total stranger on a cold beach in September, because honestly I still can't quite…
The thing about house sitting for a farmer you've met exactly twice is that you spend the whole drive out there trying to remember which…
Ella was thirty-four years old and she had been divorced for two years, and she had learned that the best way to get through the weeks was…
The evenings were the worst part of it, and I want to be plain about that from the start, because people assume retirement is all golf and…
The email came in while I was sitting in my rental car outside the hotel, eating a gas station granola bar for dinner because I'd skipped…
My name is Rufus Lowe.
Dawson Burrows has been a chef for seven years, and tonight he plates the last dish he will ever send out of this kitchen.
I want to start this off by saying everyone in this story is a grown adult.
Rain came at us sideways, the way it does on Lake Geneva when the mountains decide they're bored.
Ruth had been telling herself all week that Friday night was a bad idea.
I turned fifty-two on a Thursday, and that Friday night my boyfriend of three years asked me to pretend we had never met.
They put us in a closet.
*This one was written in the quiet hour after midnight, thinking about how gentleness is not the opposite of heat.
Isobel Wickham was twenty-four years old and had spent the last eighteen months of her life answering phones at a dental clinic, which is…
Hassan closed the shop for four days in March for a trade show in Vegas.
I woke up at 7:14 on the rusty patio sofa in Mollie's garage with a bathrobe draped over me and no memory of getting there, which is a bad…
My name is Francine, I'm thirty-six years old, and I've been married to Simon for twelve years.
I'm Brandon, fifty-four years old, and I write this from the track-casting shed off Highway 8, where I spend most of my days reading mud…
I was twenty minutes into clearing out my locker on my Thursday off, wearing yesterday's sock because I couldn't find the other one, when…
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.