Nature Knows

She held him firmly in the grip of her soft hand and made her case. "Take the dung beetle, for example." "Are you sure you want to make your point by using an insect that eats shit as an example?" "It's not what it eats, silly. It's how it fucks." "Go on." "Some male dung... Continue Reading →

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Mouth Kiss

I have to be very specific with you because of your incredibly tiny brain. There are all kinds of kisses. Some are desirable, and others are the breakdown of your life. Yes, I see you in forensic terms sometimes, because you used to be a man, and now you are a stick of flesh I... Continue Reading →

Enormously Curious

There are things in life you feel are a birthright. Privacy is one of those things. When you are a child you get none, and you learn that the moment you realize there's stock to fiddling with yourself, and that stock plummets the younger you are, and the fonder your parents are of storming into your room... Continue Reading →

What’s In Your Wallet?

I've long had this idea of pilfering through the possessions of a recently shrunken person​ and taking whatever I want from their home as they watch helplessly. I don't take much, and it's not about stealing valuables. It's about showing them what I've done to them, and taking reminders of what they used to be,... Continue Reading →

Disgusting

I love my best friend Patty. We see eye to eye on most any subject, but when it comes to tiny men, I can't understand her. When we were both eleven years old and liked to pretend we were witches, we made a pact to never let boys get in the way of our friendship.... Continue Reading →

Fortune 50 – 2

Tula wished more light would filter through the canopy, a tight weave of leaves that made her path nearly dark. She'd parked her car a couple of miles away at least, and there was no turning back. She looked in every direction with every step she took until she saw light ahead, and then a... Continue Reading →

Empty Pile of Clothes – 6

Here's my latest effort for this ongoing series. I have an indefinite amount of these I can pour out, but I'm beginning to think about stopping after I write twenty. There is over half a dozen of these in the pipeline, so people would have to stop sending me these. That's another way to put... Continue Reading →

Fortune 50

Years ago I had a fun idea: I wanted to make my own fortune cookies and slip homemade size fortunes into them. It might have been a gift idea at the time, though now I think I just wanted to have fun composing the fortunes. I’ve been collecting the ones I get from the cookies... Continue Reading →

Empty Pile of Clothes – 5

Time for another pile, and this time it's not a single pile of one set of clothing, and as I mentioned in an earlier post, this one is different from the fiction I usually share here. These stories are a great workout for my brain as I push myself to do something I've seldom done... Continue Reading →

Empty Pile of Clothes – 4

https://twitter.com/MrTaedis/status/1024045759199625216 The story is already written in my head. You'll read it as soon as I get a chance to sit down and shape it into a word doc. This pile-of-clothes project requires every ounce of writing focus I can muster, and I welcome the effort with open arms. It's a challenge I need. Check... Continue Reading →

Empty Pile of Clothes – 3

Where what happened, you ask? You'll find out soon enough. You, and no one else, because the occupant of those swimming trunks, the man that owned that towel and wore those shoes, is now gone without a trace. Gone where, you ask? You'll see. And maybe... there's something left of him. A small trace. I'm off... Continue Reading →

Empty Pile of Clothes – 2

What puzzling event took place here? Do you know? No, you don't. Only I do. I've received the accompanying story prompt, and later today I will post the link to that story. In the meantime, there's no telling what's happened to the owners of those abandoned clothes. Be careful out there. Don't look at me!... Continue Reading →

Empty Pile of Clothes – 1

I've received the first photograph of a pile of clothes, its owner mysteriously gone. Stay tuned for more details about this important event! (And by "more details" I mean my posting the accompanying story - a link to a Google doc.) The prompt (which I will not publish) is definitely outside of my writing comfort... Continue Reading →

The Utterly Mysterious (Yet Sexy) Empty Pile of Clothes – Contest?

This is what it's about: Imagine you're out there in the world, and someone decides to shrink you. Someone anonymous, or someone that loves you, it doesn't matter. What matters is that you shrink. Only you, and not your clothes. So what happens to your clothes? They remain in an utterly mysterious, yet sexy and empty pile of clothes for... Continue Reading →

Tuesday Night News…

I was checking my Twitter TL today when—the same as last time—I spotted a tweet by talented author Taedis. Naturally, I had to snag the image and make it better. Unlike my previous edit, this one quite reflects my thoughts with utter exactitude. In other news, never ask me to write anything as a commission. It takes... Continue Reading →

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