This story was sent in by roadnight73 from Rural Vermont. I was driving home late one night after visiting a friend who lives on the other side of the county. It was close to 1 a.m., that dead stretch of time where even the radio feels quieter and the air outside the windows gets colder … Read more
This story was sent in by Sierra from Reno, Nevada. I’ve had asthma since I was a kid, so running out of my inhaler isn’t just inconvenient—it’s something I can’t ignore. That’s why I found myself driving across Reno close to midnight on a Tuesday, even though I had work early the next morning. My … Read more
This story was sent in by Lena from Aurora, Colorado. I’ve always been the kind of person who remembers what I forgot right after I’ve already gotten home. That night was no different. I had just changed into pajamas when I realized I was completely out of dog food, and my mutt was already staring … Read more
Story 1 This story was sent in by Aaron from Cleveland, Ohio. I used to work evenings at a little print shop on the west side, one of those places stuck between a laundromat and a chiropractor’s office in a strip mall that always felt a little too empty after ten at night. My shift … Read more
This story was sent in by Alex from Flagstaff, Arizona. I was running on fumes the night this happened. I’d just finished a double shift at the restaurant where I work, and by the time I clocked out, it was a little after 12:40 in the morning. I still had that wired-but-exhausted feeling you get … Read more
This story was sent in by Aaron from Cleveland, Ohio. I used to work evenings at a little print shop on the west side, one of those places stuck between a laundromat and a chiropractor’s office in a strip mall that always felt a little too empty after ten at night. My shift usually ran … Read more
This story was sent in by roadwatcher88 from Portland, Oregon. I got off the bus a little after 1 a.m., later than I planned. I’d been hanging out with a couple friends in Southeast Portland, and even though we kept telling ourselves we’d call it a night, the conversation dragged on the way it usually … Read more
Story 1 This story was sent in by Emily R. from New York. I’ve lived in the same tiny third‑floor apartment for almost five years, and most nights follow the exact same rhythm. I work late shifts at a small café a few blocks from my building, so by the time I get home, shower, … Read more