My CruelJan20 story: Creature Comforts

This is my entry. I've thought about it for some time, and I never thought I'd put it down into words, given the content... but when this year's #CruelJan20 contest theme was announced, I thought, why not? And I did. This time around I didn't write my story at the last minute, as I usually... Continue Reading →

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 →

Happy Vore Day!

I found out about Vore Day the year before last, or maybe I knew about it before, but I hadn't applied my brand of consumption to it. I've joked about those crazy vore people almost for as long as I've been online, but only because the subtext is that I'm one of them. There is one marked... Continue Reading →

Cogito

I keep saying I'm going to write more about giant people, and I will... but this is a draft I created last year with a story in mind that I also started writing many months ago. So, you see, it's not my fault. They told me they fixed it! The inspiration for this is my... Continue Reading →

Solution

I've always wanted to draw robots, but didn't know how. The above is the logical progression to my thoughts about tiny robots built to improve the lives of the people (or taller robots) that purchase them. Sometimes the tiny robots aren't robots at all, but small people hiding under metal to escape genocide. Sometimes they... Continue Reading →

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 →

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 →

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 →

This ain’t right.

I want you to get down on your knees and give thanks to whatever it is you believe is that higher power. I want you to know that if I could, I would grow and make this world be what I want it to be. I'm not one of those ethical people that tell you "Yes,... Continue Reading →

Seven Deadly Sins: Envy

Once again I start a series for my blog when I have several others I've yet to complete. I understand this is not a new idea. Size material based on the seven deadly sins is out there. This is my take on them. I'm not exactly sure when I first had the idea to do... Continue Reading →

Cruel January 2018: the Stories

I'm no longer going to explain the history behind my friend Aborigen's contest because it's rather easy to learn if you poke around long enough. All tiny people need to know is that the contest series exists, and this is its second year running. Last year I entered the #CruelJan17 contest and had a very... 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 →

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