Peony Season
I have been a court docket clerk in Třešť for thirty-eight years, and if you had told me at twenty-five that I would spend four decades…
Small town stories, from quick reads to long series. Most small town stories here sit in romance and bdsm. Reads run 16 to 24 minutes. Writers to know: Room of Timber, The Quartz Quill and Gold Reverie. Readers usually start with “Peony Season” and “The Hop Ties”. 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 have been a court docket clerk in Třešť for thirty-eight years, and if you had told me at twenty-five that I would spend four decades…
The fairgrounds came into view right around the bend where Highway 12 dips past the water tower, and I felt my shoulders drop about two…
I'm twenty-eight years old and I coach women's basketball at a small college outside of Charleston, which means I spend about four months…
I'm twenty-eight years old, and I own a farm, and last Thursday I bought a dress.
Evelyn Mackey clocked out of the feed store at six fifteen on a Tuesday, and her whole body felt like a sack of chicken feed by the time…
Nadine here.
Isabelle Fulton had been a nurse for twenty-nine years, and she could count on one hand the number of times she had voluntarily gotten up…
I was breaking down a case of beets when my date from Tuesday texted me again.
I'm Douglas Sanders, thirty-seven years old, and I plan events for a living.
*This one grew from a weird doodle I did of a house with too much yard and a neighbor who never smiled.
My name is Collin Parson, I'm twenty-eight, and I've been lifeguarding at the Merritt Falls municipal pool for six summers now.
I moved to Lark's Hollow in the spring of the year I turned forty-two, which is the kind of sentence I would have hated saying out loud…
I lost my wallet at the church fair on a Saturday in June, which is the kind of thing that happens when you eat a funnel cake standing up…
Five in the morning and the farmers market was already packed.
So here's how it started, and I swear on my dead husband's toolbox that this is the true version.
I turned sixty-four in March and my niece threw me a party at the diner, and somewhere between the cake and the toasts I realized I'd been…
Rina pulled into the parking lot of the Grand Summit Hotel at eight in the morning, sat in her rental car for a minute, and gave herself…
I woke up face down in a pillow that didn't smell like mine, under a quilt I didn't own, with one leg hanging off the mattress like I'd…
Sonia figured out pretty quick that holding the sign for "grace" was harder than holding a paddle.
The siren went off a little after six on a Tuesday evening, and it was the kind of sound that made your teeth hurt before your brain…
Room of Timber, The Quartz Quill, Gold Reverie, Orchard Verse
Small 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 small town stories take 16 to 24 minutes, and the average is 20. Sort by shortest to start small, or follow a series to get each part as it lands.