The Plantar Hug – Alternate Ending

Because every time I read this I know that something must be done. The original blog entry was written and is owned entirely by my friend Aborigen, to whom I've asked no permission to do this, and who has been made no part of this travesty fan fic. Let the healing begin. The Plantar Hug... Continue Reading →

Two Words – the Twitter Edition – Part 2

How it happened… Over a year ago I tweeted the following: Days later I posted the first two-word entry. Naturally, I made haste to write the second part as soon as I could. Here it is, over a year later. The second volunteer, famous Bard to Giantesses and professional raconteur Aborigen, offered the following two words.... Continue Reading →

She

One day I'll write a blog entry titled "Adventures In Commissioning Art", but until I do, I'll say it's been a mixed bag. The above is something I love, taken from the depths of my heart and the deepest love I feel for that tiny man that I wish I had the power to shrink... Continue Reading →

Language

Friday mornings were the worst. There should have been some forethought to easing into the weekend for government employees that had difficult jobs, but it didn't seem anyone had cared when legislation passed, and the Rehabilitation and Inclusion Policy was implemented. RIP, or Rest In Pieces as the opposition gleefully called it, was executed by various institutions... Continue Reading →

Stuff that is happening

—I'm writing more. I haven't waited to publish a book to call myself a writer, and I'm not going to start now. Technically I am a published author, though to reveal the venue and the event would start a joke since it's such an insignificant footnote of an event, I shouldn't even count it. Irrelevant.... Continue Reading →

Enough

“Guess how many different kinds of handshakes Stephen Colbert has for his guests,” she asked him, her words only slightly slurred. These past weeks she’d been working diligently on drinking every bottle of alcohol she’d accumulated in the last decade and had never consumed. Years ago she’d claimed she was saving them for a nuclear... Continue Reading →

Confession

Some of my ideas for vignettes are sparked by Tweeter discussions. At some point near the end of last year, I not only decided to write more but to keep better track of my writing ideas with notes, screen caps, sketches, whatever it takes to solidify my story ideas long enough to get them written.... Continue Reading →

Perks

“I’d kill for you,” he said, his voice calm, as though he was talking about the weather, or where his parents took him for vacation every year. But tiny critters didn’t have vacations, did they? It wasn’t as though they could pack their cars and go to the beach. What might have been the equivalent... Continue Reading →

In My Grasp

How does it feel? I’ve wondered how it is to be so small. I don’t want to relate or understand your feelings. I only ask because I want to watch you gasp for air as you put words together in your tiny mind, your lungs straining to fill with enough air to make you able... Continue Reading →

I love you

Her feet were used to the path, and she relied entirely on muscle memory as she turned her legs this way and that, and lifted her feet to avoid this parked car, that power line, that neighborhood child. She didn’t have to look down to weave past the family homes in the residential area where... Continue Reading →

Craigslist: Shrinking Potions

It's the weekend, I'm doing laundry and contemplating writing, and I hadn't done one of these in a while. For many years I've thought of every possible ingredient I could use to develop a working shrinking formula. It's all nonsense, of course... but I enjoy letting my mind sink its teeth into the notion. How... Continue Reading →

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