The Embalmer's Watch
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Nightlife stories, from quick reads to long series. Most nightlife stories here sit in interracial love and erotic horror. Reads run 14 to 24 minutes. Writers to know: Cobalt Ticket, Route of Stone and Opal Prose. Readers usually start with “The Embalmer's Watch” and “The Cork Market 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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Letter 1 Dear James, You left the market paperwork on the kitchen table again, so I figured I'd write instead of texting.
I turned forty-three on a Tuesday, which is nobody's favorite birthday, let's be honest.
The generator outside was doing its best impression of a dying animal.
Leah was thirty-five the winter the snow came early, and she still counted herself lucky every Thursday when she walked out of her studio…
Okay, so I want to set the scene here, because when I tell this story at dinner parties nobody believes me.
I rolled into Bagdad on a Thursday with about forty dollars to my name and a plan to leave with more.
I'm forty-two years old and I make wine for a living, which sounds more romantic than it is.
Angelina was forty-four years old and had been flying commercial routes for twenty years, and she had never once lied to her first officer.
Dolores had been sitting in her parked car outside the planetarium for twenty minutes, which she knew because she kept checking the clock…
My bank account hit eleven dollars and some change on a Tuesday, and I sat in my car outside the library where I'd just finished a shift…
I woke up on my twenty-ninth birthday to a text from my ex-wife that said only "happy bday, hope you're well."
The house was too quiet.
I turned forty-three in March and I didn't do anything about it.
Raine was thirty-four years old and she spent her Friday nights folding other people's laundry.
I was packing up my toolbox on my kitchen floor when she hit me with it.
Katya is thirty-three years old, and she has decided, on this particular Tuesday evening in October, that her life has become a series of…
The motel room in Lubbock had that particular quiet that only chain hotels can manage, the kind where the air conditioner hums at exactly…
The view-master is sitting in the passenger seat of my Corolla and I'm staring at it, trying to decide if this is funny or if I'm just…
Joanie Koch was thirty-six years old, and she could count her impulsive decisions on one hand with fingers left over.
Nightlife stories, from quick reads to long series.
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Most nightlife 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.