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 →

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 →

I win

The house where you live The size of a die to me Snake eyes for windows My feet cracking the asphalt on your street I win Did you think I would not find you? That I would not cross the distance? I'll play the game I'll lift your house and I'll roll your house I'll... Continue Reading →

Cruel January 2018

Remember this thing? It's time to woman up again, whether or not I want to or feel ready. I don't want to and I don't feel ready, but I'm going to participate anyway. I don't read Cruel stories and I don't like to write them, but ideas are in my head, so I'll enter them...... Continue Reading →

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