• Social Media Lockdown

    Social Media Lockdown

    For no valid reason, Twitter has identified my computer and location to suspend me from their service. Read more

  • Owen for the Win

    Owen for the Win

    There was a nearly spherical butt churning right beside him. It rolled back and forth merrily with each step. Read more

  • Conversion Therapy

    Conversion Therapy

    She noticed a tiny person standing on the corner of the rooftop ledge. A little man in a white shirt and tie, an office drudge. Read more

  • Shrink Me Again, My Darling

    Shrink Me Again, My Darling

    The pert lab tech looked at the little man cradled in Joya’s cleavage. “How did you get him to live so long?” Read more

  • Scott Carey Doesn’t Get It

    Scott Carey Doesn’t Get It

    Yes, I do love my wife very much. That’s one reason I must turn down your offer. Read more

  • Interview with Nyx

    Interview with Nyx

    “I honestly thought that I was a weirdo for so long that it’s comforting to hear that others have had similar experiences.” Read more

  • Buried Myths

    Buried Myths

    It wasn’t the cartoons of giant women that convinced Olin McIntyre, though those piqued his imagination. Read more

  • Corrective Partnerships

    Corrective Partnerships

    Right before some of the skyscrapers shattered and crumpled, he glimpsed his own reflection. Read more

  • Living Alone, 2

    Living Alone, 2

    The last thing I needed was to trip and land on my ass, helpless before the approaching spider. Read more

  • Reading ‘The Shrinking Man’

    Reading ‘The Shrinking Man’

    Scott Carey is a pill. As a shrink-fetish fan, there are several times I wish he would’ve just shut the fuck up and availed himself of his wife. Read more

  • Recounting Two

    Recounting Two

    Her entire world was hazy and wrapped in cotton, all except for this little circle of focus that contained a tiny, handsome man. Read more

  • Dream: Hunted!

    Dream: Hunted!

    I wanted to climb over her foot, scramble inside her jeans, and kiss her skin. So why was I fleeing? Read more