Craigslist: a pet looking for a home

I've missed creating these, and its time to get back to having fun with fake ads, so here's the next one. And no one answer this ad but me. I want this little guy! And this is a sort of background information on something I'll write based on a story idea by my little guy Hopier,... Continue Reading →

The Dollhouse

On the floor, on her side, she rested her cheek in the palm of her hand, and stared at him without blinking. "I don't understand. What's the meaning of this?" "What do you mean, my pet?" "Don't call me that. I'm not your pet. Why did you do this to me? Never mind that. How... Continue Reading →

Because I write

From "Steering the Craft", by Ursula K. Le Guin, a blogging (writing, really) idea I'm copying from my friend Aborigen. Exercise 4, parts 1 and 2: Again and Again and Again Part One: Write a paragraph of narrative (150 words) that includes at least three repetitions of a noun, verb or adjective (a noticeable word,... Continue Reading →

Triangle, by Nemo

I've waited for a long time for Nemo to write something again. Years. During the Giantess.com years we "raced" to the finish during NaNoWriMo several times, and he invariably produced a fully edited story shortly afterward, while the abominations I excreted sat on my hard drive, destined to be forgotten (so far, anyway). He's not... Continue Reading →

I wrote this? Seriously?

Well, sometimes I surprise myself. I've often said I only think about foot crush within the context of real-life anger. Someone beeps furiously in traffic because it's a school zone and I'm not going fast enough, and as the jerk finally zooms by he gives me (and consequently my son) the finger? Yeah. I'd shrink... Continue Reading →

Plagued

...by bad dreams. I'm not sure what it means that not only I slept very little, but when I managed to drift away, I had these bizarre, unsettling dreams. Dream One I went to a party where I saw all my old childhood friends, now fully grown. One of them, one of my closest friends in... Continue Reading →

Undertoy – 2

This is the second image of this series, now accompanied by poetry unencumbered by rules, and possibly direction. Not the straightforward language I love in Bukowski's works, but how can anyone expect clearheadedness from a tiny man who experiences the daily questions, the constant attention of a giantess who wants to know his every thought?... Continue Reading →

Undertoy – 1

How it happened… This time DeviantArt is to blame. There I was, minding my own business, when I saw this mention. I checked it out, contacted the author, and thought I might not be able to fulfill requirements as to time constrictions, etc. But Flagg3D responded quite amicably, and generously, to a remarkable degree. The short version... Continue Reading →

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