I picked up a copy of Ursula K. Le Guin’s guide to writing and style, Steering the Craft: A 21st-Century Guide to Sailing the Sea of Story. I’m always looking for inspiration, motivation, story prompts, how-to guides, &c. I feel I’m pretty strong at what I’m doing and I stand to work myself into a rut. What’s needed are tools and exercises to expand and challenge myself, to refine certain techniques and explore others. It’s pretty pathetic, in that what it really takes is just putting your butt in the chair, your fingers on the keys, and actually writing instead of all this meta-research I’m doing.

But that’s how I do.

So this first exercise of hers, “Being Gorgeous,” comes in two parts. Part one is to write a narrative that’s intended to be orated (avoiding rhyme and meter); part two is to shape words and lines that reverberate with an intense emotion. That’s what I’m going to attempt today.

Part One

Well, well, well. Look at this little village, this hive of industry and labor, this threading network of cars and emails and products and services. Look at you all: scurrying and scampering, gaping and gawking. Yes, drink in your eyefulls, admire and be astonished, pray to your gods for all the good that will do. Pray harder! I’ll lend you ten whole minutes! But what should it avail you? Were you to kill your engines and power down your laptops, were you for once to act concertedly rather than as the teeming collective of individuals you pride yourselves to be, even I might only hear the suggestion of a wisp of your murmuration. Your prayers ascend no keener than my knees, you loveless lice, you motes remote, no higher than my thighs. Exhaust yourselves, you aggregate of dust and flour, expel your last into your own polluted lower atmosphere. Watch me as I watch you, wait with me a while, let us abide together in the remaining nine minutes before I wipe you from the world.

Part Two

I know how dangerous this is, to kneel on her pillow while she sleeps, right before her mouth. The room is nearly humid with slumber, uncomfortably warm as a sleeper requires. The pillow muffle-crunches beneath my hands and knees, the way I remember the fluffy and newly fallen snow would beneath the boots of my youth. Crunch-compact-packed. She sighs, long and slender fingers draped heavily upon her bare shoulder as she hugs herself beneath the sheets. Already, her saliva has begun to dry and sour, and the air that flows lazily from her throat bears the decay of vegetals and alkaline. I buck for a moment, then inhale it deeply and take it in its context, letting it flow around me, under me, over me, into and through me. Her rejected cells into my lungs and tissues and cellular matrices; so I consume her. Her nostrils to my left, narrow and dark, the slight asymmetry revealed to my narrow perspective, all the more endearing for their rarity. The gentle scoop of septum, the ridge of that supremely sensitive upper lip, and the pillowy rims of rose-quartz lips, worn smooth and soft by time and granules so much finer than her tremendous being. Croodling, I lean my head forward into the gap between her lips, studying the line of gums around her incisors, rapt with the fine streaks of light edging her off-white teeth in the amber glower of her room. These, I can touch: I place my palm upon the blunted edge of her lower teeth, impressed with their solidity and the power that drives them to sever and rend. Her breath roars around me, casually powerful, and should she moan, gulp, or close her jaw in a somnolent reflex, that’s it for me. Gone in an instant. But even this threat, this promise of unquestionable erasure lures me, heightens the enticement that brings me here. And as her winds gust down my spine and the slight moan at her dream stuns my ears, still I stretch one arm into the darkness of her cavern, her teeth around my waist, and dip my fingertip amid her taste buds…

Speculative fiction author within size fantasy, artist, musician.

3 Comment on “Writing Exercise: Being Gorgeous

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

sz journey

[from the tumblr of the same name]


Dispatches from a Size-Fantasy Writer

Val's Ramblings

Giant ladies who aren't very nice.


Just another WordPress.com site

There She Grows

A place to celebrate size-changing erotica and macrophilia.

Elle Largesse

Dispatches from a Size-Fantasy Writer

El Amante Menguante

Olo's fitful dreams of size fantasy

Nóatún (The Place of Ships)

Where gods and giants bring Njord their stories


The adventures of Normies and Anthropoles living together.


Giantess Video Store, Video Chat, Forum, Zone VIP and more

The Giantess Digest

A procurement of the best giantess related stories on the Internet.

Tiny Hybrid

Giantess Shay

Live the Giantess Dream

Dispatches from a Size-Fantasy Writer

Size Cafe

Get a seat your size, enjoy the company

The Haunt

calm in the eye of the storm

Giantess Fatale

Dispatches from a Size-Fantasy Writer


Looking at size fantasy in pop culture


stories, ideas, blag

We Are Star Stuff

A blog about mythology, the stars, and the new mythology, comics.

In Her Drawers

Dispatches from a Size-Fantasy Writer

Hug the Undersquid

Because we are soup snakes.

gabriele pennacchioli

Dispatches from a Size-Fantasy Writer


Giantess collager since 2007


Dispatches from a Size-Fantasy Writer

Mini Giantess Blog

Dispatches from a Size-Fantasy Writer

Giantess Gallery

Vore, Growth, Crush

Giantess Erodreams

Dispatches from a Size-Fantasy Writer


Dispatches from a Size-Fantasy Writer

trinket999's Looking-Glass World

Dispatches from a Size-Fantasy Writer


Dispatches from a Size-Fantasy Writer

Coffee in the Mountains

Dispatches from a Size-Fantasy Writer

A New Goddess

Dispatches from a Size-Fantasy Writer

Shrinking Violence

Dispatches from a Size-Fantasy Writer

Crea DelRand

The sensuous lure of imaginary beasts. Not for children or the squeamish.

Miss Kaneda

Fetish Erotica at its Finest

D.X. Machina's GTS-o-Rama

Kickin' it Old School Since 1996


Dispatches from a Size-Fantasy Writer


Dispatches from a Size-Fantasy Writer

Fetish Village

Dispatches from a Size-Fantasy Writer

%d bloggers like this: