Crush

I was doing very well with my Inktober drawings this year, then I got stuck for a few days. Once I restarted I was so behind that I knew I would not complete the prompts by the end of the month. I was fine with that, as I do Inktober for fun and not to... Continue Reading →

Inktober 2019 – 4

I initially wanted to draw a tiny man frightened into a wild state by the proximity of a giant hand reaching for him, but that proved too complicated for a simple inking project. I really wanted to keep trying my hand at drawing hair, a big, unruly head of soft curls as they become the... Continue Reading →

Aftercare

The floor is warm. My foot is warmer, not only from the heat I create, but from what you've given me. Your body was made of two hundred and six bones, strong, shapely, framing your beautiful form; it was made of organs, of blood, of constant activity, of life. I pressed my foot down on... Continue Reading →

The Gift

I was having dinner when I thought, What if I were the exact opposite of me? What would I be like? And I thought of the following scenario. It isn't the exact opposite of me in a couple of ways (and whoever can guess those will win one fabulously lousy t-shirt), but it's close enough... Continue Reading →

Chalk Line

You, down there, sprawled on the floor, probably know that clearly delineated line that separates pain from pleasure, as advertised by that Friday night feeling of Now You Get To Drink, and you know exactly how much you can drink before you get sick. Is it eight shots? Nine? Fourteen? Once I did four shots... Continue Reading →

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 →

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 →

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 →

What did you say?

"Hey, giantess!" "Hey is for horses." "Uh, OK. So..." "So?" "I'm here!" "So I see." "So... what are you going to do to me?" "What in the world are you talking about?" "Dunno. Are you going to pick me up between your fingers? Put me in your mouth? I'd like that very much. And if... 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 →

Something from Nothing, by Pedro Fellini

The best stories are the ones that change us. You remember some from your childhood, I’m sure. Tales that shaped your mind, instructed your understanding of the world, and guided your absorption of language as a tool to make yourself known as a sentient being to those closest to you, but most importantly, to yourself.... Continue Reading →

The Change, by Pedro Fellini

I've given myself some time to read stories, these last few days. I used to read, and frequently. Then I allowed change to remove me from one of my favorite activities. No more. There are special people in our community that are compelled to tell their stories, and I want them to. I admire them... Continue Reading →

Tonight

Life gives you little moments, that's for sure. Tonight I was having dinner, and I spotted a fly zooming around the room. I'm disgusted by the idea of any bug going anywhere near what's taken for nourishment, so I set off to kill the filthy bug. I could not find it, but afterwards I was... Continue Reading →

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