Fortune 50 – 3

Here's my third of ten fortune-cookie vignette installments, because I imagine I'll be able to accumulate fifty different fortunes, and I figure I'll want Chinese takeout again, at some point... though not in the foreseeable future. I'm doing a little better keeping each entry down to a minimum word count, or at least one to my liking;... Continue Reading →

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Nature Knows

She held him firmly in the grip of her soft hand and made her case. "Take the dung beetle, for example." "Are you sure you want to make your point by using an insect that eats shit as an example?" "It's not what it eats, silly. It's how it fucks." "Go on." "Some male dung... Continue Reading →

The ABCs Game – K is for Kisses

Good heavens (or bad ones in this case), I didn't realize I wrote a blog entry with the same title about a decade ago. Oh, well... here I go again on my own, pounding down the only road I've ever known, like a twister I was born to post alone. But I've made up my—Enough... Continue Reading →

Tuesday Night News…

It's time for my Tuesday various and sundry update on what I deem pertinent information. I'm participating in the latest writing contest, hosted by Size Riot, and despite the problematic theme voted into existence by some of you. That topic is Big Couples, giant people with a normal-sized person, or a normal couple with a... Continue Reading →

Mouth Kiss

I have to be very specific with you because of your incredibly tiny brain. There are all kinds of kisses. Some are desirable, and others are the breakdown of your life. Yes, I see you in forensic terms sometimes, because you used to be a man, and now you are a stick of flesh I... Continue Reading →

What’s In Your Wallet?

I've long had this idea of pilfering through the possessions of a recently shrunken person​ and taking whatever I want from their home as they watch helplessly. I don't take much, and it's not about stealing valuables. It's about showing them what I've done to them, and taking reminders of what they used to be,... Continue Reading →

Tuesday Night News…

I'm third listening to "Bones" as I write, and I can see why I stopped watching the show. The fifth season's first episode was a complete waste of a perfectly good Cindy Lauper, and it makes me fume it's so dumb. I don't have cable TV so I have no idea what's happened in the show... Continue Reading →

Ownership – Punishment

If you are the same as many others that have these fantasies, then you probably don’t want your size-related thoughts to come true. Maybe you think they are too terrible, never mind embarrassing. As you age, you continue to keep your hard drive contents hidden from everyone but those closest to you, and sometimes those... Continue Reading →

The Spider Whisperer

A long time ago, when I started writing stories about giantesses and tiny men, there were a few of them that stayed with me. There’s Sophie the invisible giantess, or Steve the sniper, for example.  A more recent one is my little spider whisperer, a natural-born small man that thinks he can talk to Arthropoda... 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 →

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 – 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 →

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