by Anne Stagg · Published September 29, 2019 · Last modified October 4, 2019
Read “Part I: An Incoming Tide” here. Tuesday, August 14, 1883, Evening Bewildered as I was by Roe’s presence, I saddled my horse, Staffa. We’d been together a long while, Staffa and I, since...
by Anne Stagg · Published September 28, 2019 · Last modified October 4, 2019
Sunday, August 19th, 1883 The circus arrived in town on Tuesday. A caravan rolled past Merchant Row kicking up dust. It’d been a dry summer, and the dirt of the main thoroughfare puffed up...
This is a guest post from Bumbling Dad, intertwining his (italics) and her (standard) stories… I have a vision of drinks being finished, a general air of needing to get out of public gaze....
The day had wound down and come to an end. For Bree, the day had been filled with serving customers, listening to complaints from people far more angry about the quality of the food...
We’re on Hinge, directing men to the SMUTATHON site. “It’s a hoot!” “Interesting” “Sounds lit” Poetry, but not metered. Here, Haikus from AURORE writers. Ranging from the real to romantic.
‘She had a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach, like when you’re swimming and you want to put your feet down on something solid, but the water’s deeper than you think and...
Twitter followers come and go, at least the vast majority that you either don’t know in real life or interact with to any great extent online. I long ago stopped keeping track of who...
“You have thrown it all away, Stand back, watch it burn – Just watch it all burn.” (“First Burn” – Lin Manuel Miranda) Close to a decade ago, two people I trusted hurt me...
The thrum of the crowd outside augmented the roar of voices from the television. Liam looked out the large hotel window at the massive gathering out on the streets, part of him wishing he...
Freedom turns me on. Evenings in the House of Stagg begin with a post-work snuggle. If you’re not familiar, my honey, Mr. Crispy, is a bear of a man. His arms fit perfectly around...
