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 →

The Right Gift

I was having some ice cream earlier, and thinking how astoundingly lovely it would be to share it with someone that doesn't exist. I'd fish out some of the crunchy bits and give him something small enough for him to hold by himself, and I'd let him lick my fingertip after dipping it into the... 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 →

Project… what was it? Clusterfluff.

This ain't no Project Myriad. Let's just get that off your chest. That work is one of my favorites, and I've often thought of writing my own set of quick scenes. I even picked out a name I stole for it, but heck if I remember what it was. As soon as I recall I'll... Continue Reading →

Fornit some fornus

He was sitting in his living room the way everyone else did on Sunday nights. Nothing good on TV, nothing he wanted to stream, the buzz of every swig he had swallowed conjuring numbness from directional thinking. He was grateful for that. Focusing now would have been unwise. When he aimed his thoughts, they invariably... Continue Reading →

The Love Program

She sat in front of the TV watching every channel come to life and then flicker away. This went on for a while until her pet robot tilted his head towards her, and did that staring thing that annoyed her a great deal. "Focus on channel surfing, Toy. Don't look at me." "Owner, I can... Continue Reading →

Things you only tell your best friend

"Happy birthday, Patty." "But you already gave me a gift." "That was wine for the party. This is your real present. I wanted to wait until now that we're sober to give it to you. To hand it over to you last night with all of us here would have been a disaster." "You're being... Continue Reading →

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