The Second Thing
*This one's for anyone who's ever kept a thing they should have returned, just because it felt too good to give up.
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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*This one's for anyone who's ever kept a thing they should have returned, just because it felt too good to give up.
Annika Reynolds, twenty-nine years old and proud of it, pushed through the glass doors of the Shetland Ferry Terminal at five minutes past…
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…
Dawson Burrows has been a chef for seven years, and tonight he plates the last dish he will ever send out of this kitchen.
Roxie Ward was forty-three years old and had spent most of that year cutting confetti for other people's celebrations, which felt like a…
I missed the train by four minutes.
Sofia Meyers was forty-two years old and she had taken three buses to get to Caraz, and the last one had a rooster in it, and she was not…
My name is Karla Hammond, I am forty-four years old, and for the first time in eighteen years I have nobody to answer to on a Saturday…
I am sitting in the back office of The Golden Note at eleven forty on a Wednesday night, and the man across the desk from me is looking at…
The grant rejection came on a Tuesday, and by Thursday night I was watching Veronica slap her palm flat on the sticky bar top of The Pit…
Cass liked her life just fine.
The haboob was supposed to come through around four.
I want to start with the plan, because the plan is the only reason I ended up at The Croon Room on a Thursday night, and everything after…
Alana Hobbs was sixty-three years old and she had spent the better part of fifteen years learning how to be alone, and the strange truth…
The fire started on a Tuesday, which felt about right, because nothing in my life had gone to plan since I moved to this city six months…
The keys were in an envelope under the ficus on the top floor landing, which was exactly the kind of thing Chantal would do, because…
Birthdays stopped being fun for me somewhere around thirty-six.
The Neon Note at half past midnight is a whole different animal than the Neon Note at ten.
I woke up with Helene's arm across my chest and no pants on.
*I wanted to write something that felt like the nervous thrill of a first real meeting when you've already seen each other naked on screen.
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.