The Yoke and the Horn
Janis was the last one through the door of the silo, and she knew it before anyone said a word.
Military base town stories, from quick reads to long series. Most military base town stories here sit in crossdressing and gay male. Reads run 13 to 22 minutes. Writers to know: Cypress Watch, The Autumn Epilogue and Gold Reverie. Readers usually start with “The Prop Master's Wife” and “The Sauna Letters”. 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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Janis was the last one through the door of the silo, and she knew it before anyone said a word.
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…
Freya was thirty-eight years old, and she had not slept in a narrow bed since she was twenty-two and newly married.
The neon sign outside the bar buzzed like it always did.
The bunkhouse at Northern Pines smelled like sawdust and floor wax, same as every building up there, and when I walked in with my duffel…
I found out something about myself last March: I can write a dirty letter with a mop in one hand.
Leila is twenty-eight, and she has driven a forklift at the base depot for six years.
My name is Tom Walters, I'm 52 years old, and I drive a shuttle van in Marietta, the little desert town next to Fort Baxter.
My name is Pierre Spaulding, I'm thirty-four years old, and I roast coffee for a living, which means my garage always smells like a bakery…
Four months is a long time.
I was three days into a slow week and one drink into a Tuesday when I saw Billy Hanson at the end of the bar, and I want you to know my…
The drawer was two hundred and fourteen dollars short of where it should have been when the front door buzzed, and I remember that number…
The letter started out the way I meant it to, all business, date and everything, a Tuesday in March.
I had been in Victorville about three hours when my phone buzzed in my motel room.
Okay so here's how my Saturday night started, standing in a tamale kitchen in a rented tuxedo, sweating through a starched collar like an…
Janet here, and I'll tell you about the drive that changed how Anders and I do things.
Johan came through the door of the Sandbox Diner at seven sharp, took off his cap, and scanned the room the way he always did in a new…
My husband Andre has been deployed since March, and by October I was going a little strange in the head.
My aunt Dot left me the shop in her will, and I still don't know if that was a gift or a test.
*This one started with the image of a retirement party gone sideways because the ex shows up with a clipboard and a grudge.
Cypress Watch, The Autumn Epilogue, Gold Reverie, Vermilion Fiction
Military base town 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 military base town stories take 13 to 22 minutes, and the average is 18. Sort by shortest to start small, or follow a series to get each part as it lands.