The Foley Artist's Frequency
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…
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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.
*This one came from the idea of putting a lifeguard on dry land and watching the water metaphors dry up.
The announcement came over the speakers at four forty on a Tuesday, and Rana Allbright heard maybe half of it.
The pie auction happens every February at the Shady Rest Motel, out at the edge of the sheep country, and I have been going to it for the…
I arranged the pillows on the couch for the third time that evening, which was ridiculous because nobody was coming, or at least nobody I…
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…
Evangeline Oakley was forty-two years old and she had been fuming at her neighbor for six solid months.
My name is Naomi, I'm thirty-three, and I fix transmissions for a living.
I'm Amy, sixty-two years old, and I've been an electrician for thirty-eight years.
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 hip deep in muck and misery, shoveling the barn, when I heard Lynette's truck.
Okay so this happened six months into my job at Thornwood Lodge, and I still can't tell it without grinning like an idiot.
My name is Lorraine Baker, I'm thirty-four years old, and I've worked security at Hollis Feed and Seed for six years.
My name's Aly, I'm fifty-four, and I own a ghost tour company in Edinburgh.
Finn was forty-two years old, an architect, and he had spent the better part of three decades being the reasonable one in every room he…
Trey came up the stairs of the walk-up at 11:40 on a Tuesday night with his jacket over one shoulder and the smell of the kitchen still in…
I got to Puncture Fest on Saturday afternoon, two hours late, and I was already in a bad mood about it.
I locked the front door at nine.
The call came in at six fifteen on a Friday night, which any electrician will tell you is the worst possible time to get a call from a…
Leather stories, from quick reads to long series.
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Most leather 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.