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Commander MacBluster and the Dark Giantess
But this was no parking ramp, my friends, nor was it a medical complex. No, right off the bat we picked out the outline of a woman. Read more
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Writing Exercise: Being Gorgeous
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.’ Read more
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Cruel January 2017: the Stories
Talented and ruthless size-fetish writers have gathered to compose one piece of cruelty-driven flash fiction over the course of January. Read more
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Shaun and Billy: Buds for Life
“So. A little guy, huh?” “Yeah, compared to some.” “What’s it like?” “What’s what like?” “Being a widdle shrimpy.” Read more
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Living Without a Giantess, 4
But I sensed something was up. You can just sense these things, when your personal bomb is about to drop. Read more
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Current Events
I got interviewed by SizeCon, and the Cruel January writing contest is wrapping up soon. You excited? Read more
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Petia the Witch, pt. 2
“Something inside me changed,” Milan told her. “I don’t know what. Something inside me shifted, and I started to think of time differently.” Read more
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Thanksgiving
On this day of family and gratitude, Shaun questions Janine’s survival instincts. Read more
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Barreling Through Inspiration
Those GTS sessions drove me to scavenge and assemble computer setups and upgrades so I could login from home, where I would commonly go 72 hours without sleep. Read more
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Petia the Witch, pt. 1
He looked up into her face as though trying to read her. “I’m just grabbing the stuff it doesn’t look like you need. And I need very little.” Read more
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Living Without a Giantess, 3
After a couple of efficient, meaning-laden texts, my giantess agreed it would be a good idea for a couple of her friends to stop by. Read more
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A Grinder for the Goober
The actor in the sandwich only screamed, battering her tiny fists against Matthew’s nose, to no effect. She tilted once more in her bready bed, shifting her from a lying-down position to one closer to standing, commencing to howling into the dark chamber of her costar’s gaping maw. Read more
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