The Fermenting Rivalry
The thing you have to understand about the fermentation barn at our vineyard in Nababeep is that it hums, all day and all night, a low…
Suburb stories, from quick reads to long series. Most suburb stories here sit in erotic couplings and humor & satire. Reads run 14 to 23 minutes. Writers to know: Solstice Transit, Meridian Ticket and Opal Prose. Readers usually start with “The Fermenting Rivalry” and “The Honey Pot at Dawn”. 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 thing you have to understand about the fermentation barn at our vineyard in Nababeep is that it hums, all day and all night, a low…
I want to tell you about the honey pot, but first you need to know about the seaweed.
The whole thing started over a hatpin holder, which is not a sentence I ever expected to say out loud, and yet here I am, thirty-four…
My name is Cherie Denton, I'm twenty-four years old, and two years ago I married a woman.
Three months ago I was a man with a five-year plan.
Todd had been sitting in the community hall for forty minutes and he was pretty sure his soul had left his body somewhere around minute…
Jeannie here.
My Saturday had been going exactly the way my Saturdays usually went, I had coffee on the back porch at eight, read half a journal article…
Zara Dempsey was twenty-nine years old and had sworn off romance back when she was twenty-three, after a hotel guest named Glen had seemed…
My name is Sammie and I'm thirty-eight years old, and I have worked the front desk at the Maplewood Curling Club for eleven years.
The fake wedding cake had gotten everywhere.
The scanner died at nine in the evening, and to be honest, I actually laughed when it did.
*This one came from thinking about how close suburban living can make strangers feel like family.
I pulled into the cul-de-sac at six fifteen, right when the light goes gold and everything looks better than it is.
I closed the shop at six like I always did, which meant I swept the stems off the floor, flipped the sign, and stood in the doorway for a…
The typewriter sat on a workbench under the one working bulb in the engine room of the old naval ship.
My name is Pat, I'm 33, and at 2:13 AM on a Thursday I was crouched under my desk in my garage tracing a Cat6 cable that had stopped…
I owed Cherise a favor.
I have been a flight attendant for eleven years, and in all that time I have never once missed a flight, called in sick, or traded a shift…
The invitation said seven o'clock, and I got there at 7:12 because I drove past the house twice.
Solstice Transit, Meridian Ticket, Opal Prose, Garnet Sonnet
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Most suburb stories take 14 to 23 minutes, and the average is 19. Sort by shortest to start small, or follow a series to get each part as it lands.