Empty Pile of Clothes – 7

Alright, it's time for the next pile, and the photo contributor only provided four words as the story prompt. That is quite a dangerous provocation. Who knows what I'll write! What terrible things might happen to the owner of those clothes, simply because I was given carte blanche. You've been warned. The story will be... 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 →

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 →

Gentle April 2017: the Stories

The time is finally here. After months of thinking about this moment, which came to life soon after its progenitor was birthed, we can finally gather 'round and read these Gentle submissions. How did this all come to be? It's very simple: my very good friend Aborigen and I were discussing Cruel Jan 2017, and... Continue Reading →

Small Talk, by Comrade

All this talk and carryings on about Gentle April 2017 has me thinking all manner of gentle thoughts. I only returned to the size community recently, and when I was away I was completely gone. I didn't read anything, barely looked at images, thought of all this very internally, almost keeping it a secret from myself (even... Continue Reading →

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