Bow Saw Matinee
The rain had been coming down for two days straight and the gravel behind the bar had turned into this gray soup that pooled around the…
Road trip stories, from quick reads to long series. Most road trip stories here sit in humor & satire and toys & masturbation. Reads run 12 to 23 minutes. Writers to know: Detour of Shadow, Raven Draft and Opal Prose. Readers usually start with “Bow Saw Matinee” and “Mud Run Muddle”. 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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The rain had been coming down for two days straight and the gravel behind the bar had turned into this gray soup that pooled around the…
I finished the night shoot at four in the morning and decided I had earned something stupid.
I drove out to Hendricks Field on a Tuesday in July, the kind of heat that made the dashboard vents feel useless.
Thirty-one years I been driving freight.
My name is Clay Masterson, I'm twenty-eight, and three years ago I accidentally found out something about myself at a tipsy costume party.
The absurd part wasn't that I was trapped overnight in a disused oil palm press at the edge of Kanas Lake.
The dog rode in the back seat of Pat's aging station wagon like a man being taken somewhere he didn't want to go.
The bridge had been a joke for years, and then it wasn't.
Your approach no longer aligns with our values.
*This one just poured out of me after a long night drive through the high desert.
The house lacked air conditioning, and the temperature made its feelings known.
I had the revenge all mapped out, which is a funny thing to say about a man driving a Lincoln through the Panhandle with his wife of…
I'd like to tell you I drove up to Gaborone that morning feeling calm and confident, but the truth is I'd been rehearsing what to say for…
The sedan had been rolling west on US-54 for about four hours when I decided the heat had cooked something loose in my brain.
Don Carroll was fifty-four years old, and he had spent most of those years holding the needle instead of the rope.
*I wanted to write a road-trip story that felt like two real people bumping against each other, not a fantasy of instant heat.
The clock above the register said 2:04 when Nicky heard the engine coming up US-6, that ragged cough-and-sputter sound of a car that had…
Sierra watched the scrub roll past the window and thought about turning twenty-nine in three weeks.
Zac had always been good at showing off.
I drove four hours down Interstate 5 with the radio mostly static and my right knee aching from holding the same position, and when I…
Road trip stories, from quick reads to long series.
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Most road trip stories take 12 to 23 minutes, and the average is 17. Sort by shortest to start small, or follow a series to get each part as it lands.