The Last Sweat
You'd think running your own dungeon studio would be the dream, right?
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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You'd think running your own dungeon studio would be the dream, right?
Happy birthday to me?
The plan was simple.
The HOA meeting ended early that August Saturday, and I think that's what did it.
Stanley Jarvis was fifty-four years old and had lived alone in the same split-level house on Meadowgrove Court for nineteen years.
I was twenty-one the first time I took a skirt that wasn't mine.
I want to tell you about the night I got stuck at the Millbrook bus depot at half past midnight over a pack of glitter and some glue…
Nicola had both hands on the wheel and her eyes on the road, which she felt was the bare minimum, and yet Shay still found things to say…
I didn't join Cal at the depot because I was lonely.
Rochelle was forty minutes into her double shift when Sophie came clomping across the loading dock with two coffees and a grin that meant…
People in this neighborhood think something is wrong with me.
I woke up and knew two things right away.
I'm Stacey Zimmer, twenty-eight years old, and I spent last September alone on my porch with a glass of wine and a spreadsheet open on my…
Connor came in the back door at six fifteen and dropped his keys in the bowl by the mudroom hook, the same way he did every night, except…
Zahra woke up on a mattress that was not hers, in a room she did not recognize, with one shoe on and one shoe off, and for a good thirty…
You missed a spot, Rudy.
My name is Staci, I'm thirty-six years old, and I bake pastries for a living.
I'm forty-three years old and I've been staring into the crew break room microwave for about four minutes.
I was flat on my back at six in the evening, staring at the ceiling, counting the cracks.
The breakup didn't hit me all at once.
Solstice Transit, Meridian Ticket, Opal Prose, Garnet Sonnet
Suburb 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 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.