The Cider Sign
The call came in on a Tuesday morning while I was up a ladder in the Co-op depot rewiring a fault in the loading bay lights, and Paul…
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 Locksmith's Van”. 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 call came in on a Tuesday morning while I was up a ladder in the Co-op depot rewiring a fault in the loading bay lights, and Paul…
The town I live in has four hundred people and one stop sign, and both of them have been there longer than me.
My name is Lorraine Baker, I'm thirty-four years old, and I've worked security at Hollis Feed and Seed for six years.
Zahra Macdonald was twenty-four years old and divorced.
So there I was, another Tuesday night in the dispatch office, watching the clock like it owed me money.
I turned fifty-two on a Thursday, and that Friday night my boyfriend of three years asked me to pretend we had never met.
The basement cinema co-op smelled like dust and popcorn butter, the way it always does.
My birthday was coming up, or rather Caren's was, and I was sitting in the back of the ambulance doing nothing for once.
I hadn't been back to Garza in eleven years.
My name is Lionel, I'm thirty-four, and I build cabinets in Oro Madre, which is basically everybody in Oro Madre.
Connie Hastings turned 62 on a Tuesday, and nobody knew but her.
There are four years of casseroles behind this story, so I suppose I ought to start there.
The bus to Copper Hill runs twice a day from the county seat, and I was on the afternoon one, which meant I got to sit behind a farmer who…
Zoe checked the address twice before she went in.
My name is Elias.
Brittany Rees had lived in Dunton long enough to know one thing for sure.
The shift had been garbage from the third hour on.
Aly was elbow-deep in a kitchen sink in the new subdivision when her phone went off, rattling against the countertop like it was trying to…
I boarded the train in Adelaide at half past seven on a Tuesday evening, hauling a suitcase I had overpacked by half.
The feed store lot was mostly empty at a quarter to six, just the dusty spots where the fair trucks had parked all week and two flatbeds…
Room of Timber, The Quartz Quill, Gold Reverie, Orchard Verse
Small town stories, from quick reads to long series.
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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.