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 →

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Happy Anniversary, Undersquid!

It's that time again... I’ve now been blogging my size thoughts for ten years on WordPress (minus that time I was away). I've been blogging for longer than that, and I've been writing since I was a wee lass (I can say that because I'm two-percent Irish!), yet I feel last year I should have written... 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 →

Tuesday Night News…

Fun Ads A couple of days ago someone shared a link with me to a series of ads that included a version of the above. I altered the male shape to cater to my thoughts and had a lovely moment to myself as I thought how wonderful it would be to live in a world... Continue Reading →

When Toys Cry

Dig if you will the picture Of you and I engaged in a kiss Your lips and your body cover me Can you, my darling Can you picture this? Dream, in your hand, a glass jar In it, my body bruised blue I see your face, curious, closest I feel the heat The heat between... 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 →

Selfie

Once, somewhere not here But a real place There was a tiny man, as small as a toy He was good​ and smart He lived in a house that looks like mine But it's not mine But it's a real place A good place And in that house lived a woman She's not me But... 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 →

Syzygy

The idea for this story came to mind because of the image above. I don't particularly like it, as three people in an image are not my cup of tea at the moment; but when I saw it, a scenario rushed to my thoughts and it's very much something I want to tell. Also, beach... 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 →

Hug a Giant Day

"In my dreams she's the king I wanna be the queen She's got cookie brown eyes" -The Presets Today you spread your arms As wide as they will go Nurse your courage any way you can Walk up to the giantess and say "May I have a hug?" Say it in your softest voice Because... Continue Reading →

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