Hayloft Confessions
I was fifty-two miles from my old life, which is a long way to drive with a bruised heart and a cooler full of gas station lemonade, when…
Longtime friends stories, from quick reads to long series. Most longtime friends stories here sit in fetish and toys & masturbation. Reads run 13 to 24 minutes. Writers to know: Quartz Wave, Steel Stage and Thread of Thorn. Readers usually start with “Peony Season” and “The Confocal Compromise”. 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 was fifty-two miles from my old life, which is a long way to drive with a bruised heart and a cooler full of gas station lemonade, when…
Callum Buckley was twenty-nine years old, and he was wet.
The ferry from Helsinki to the lakeside town takes four hours, and I spend all of it staring at the water and thinking about nothing.
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…
I'm thirty-two years old and I own a board game cafe in a small town on the Nova Scotia coast, and for the past two weeks I have been…
The scanner died at nine in the evening, and to be honest, I actually laughed when it did.
Erika had a rule about herself, and the rule was this: she was never surprised.
I'm forty-two years old, and last Tuesday I got off in a recording studio control room with an old bandmate watching.
The cable car jerked to a stop so hard I bit my tongue.
I'm forty-four years old, newly divorced, and I was standing in the parking lot of the Snowy River Curling Club arguing with a laminated…
The lift stopped hard.
The announcement came over the speakers at four forty on a Tuesday, and Rana Allbright heard maybe half of it.
The equinox crowd showed up at the mine shaft around four in the afternoon, the same as they did every March and September, and I was…
My name is Bobbie, I'm fifty-two years old, and until three weeks ago I had never spent a night outside the Pacific Northwest.
I locked the storage unit door and leaned on it for a second, because my arms had stopped being reliable.
The day I found out Ben moved in next door to my office, I nearly threw my coffee at the wall.
I got to the field a little after four, which was late by Nathalie's standards.
The plane landed in Albuquerque a little after two in the afternoon, and I rented a car and drove north for three hours through country…
It's been a year now, and I still can't get through the whole thing in my head without stopping somewhere around the balcony.
My name is Franny Brooks, I'm twenty-six years old, and I married a man in March three years ago who now wears my hoodie like it's his.
Longtime friends stories, from quick reads to long series.
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Most longtime friends stories take 13 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.