Fire Room
I was down in the engine room at three in the morning, mostly because there was nowhere else on the ship to be, and I was turning a wrench…
Tender and slow stories, from quick reads to long series. Most tender and slow stories here sit in bdsm and romance. Reads run 14 to 24 minutes. Writers to know: The Steel Highway, Groove of Twilight and Indigo Spiral. Readers usually start with “The Honey Pot at Dawn” and “The Cork Market Letters”. 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 was down in the engine room at three in the morning, mostly because there was nowhere else on the ship to be, and I was turning a wrench…
Jen had been in the city for exactly three weeks when she climbed the last flight of stairs with two vinyl records under her arm and a bag…
The gallery opening was one of those free wine and cheese things my coworker Pat dragged me to because he hated going alone.
The neon sign was still on when I pulled into the lot, and that surprised me.
Five in the morning and the farmers market was already packed.
Kyle Webb pulls his truck up to the loading dock at four in the afternoon, and the whole island feels like a kettle somebody forgot to…
Khalid Conway was thirty-six years old, and he had been laying hedge stakes on the helipad for two hours when Oliver Reimer came storming…
Penelope stood in the middle of her new apartment and laughed at herself.
*This one came from wanting to write something quiet, a story about wanting again after a long silence, set in a town where magic smells…
The county sent me out to the records office in March, right when the roads were still half mud and the furnace in the old building was…
The scanner died at nine in the evening, and to be honest, I actually laughed when it did.
So here's how I started my new job: arguing with a man I hadn't seen in twenty years, over a door.
I came home early on a Thursday.
Macy tried the key a third time, mostly because there was nothing left to do, and the lock did the same thing it had done twice already…
Sammi Winston was thirty-three years old and had planned forty-one weddings, and she would tell anyone who stood still long enough that…
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…
Tomorrow I turn forty-four.
I'm Lawrence, twenty-eight, and I work at a bank, which is exactly as fun as it sounds.
The fair smells like fried dough and manure, which is about right for Silver Creek.
Tina was twenty-seven and had never once been inside the locomotive wash shed behind the dock.
The Steel Highway, Groove of Twilight, Indigo Spiral, Moss Harbor
Tender and slow 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 tender and slow stories take 14 to 24 minutes, and the average is 19. Sort by shortest to start small, or follow a series to get each part as it lands.