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The Rebound

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The Rebound

It was an uneventful Sunday afternoon that found me locking my front door and stretching my legs for a brisk constitutional, one that mystically situated me around one of my three favorite public houses. Respecting the ineffable wisdom of what gods oversee us, I ducked in for a pint. Hardly had I removed my jacket when I recognized a certain Mr. Crowder of my acquaintance; as he had likewise recognized me, I was obliged to take a seat beside him. I waved for a stout, drew a deep breath, and we began: no, the weather wasn’t behaving as it should; yes, the saber-rattling was likely only so much wind; how on earth has such-and-such politician retained his office, after the latest scandal. Having confirmed the welfare of each other’s families, lastly, we were technically free to address any topic our minds might conjure. I signaled the bartender and stood Crowder for another round of plain, for which he was grateful. Slowly we sipped that dark milk and counted the various whiskies on the

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A Date with the City

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A Date with the City

It’s a lovely city and it has it all: parks and gardens, coffee shops, good restaurants… Its streets are filled with the agitation shared by all vibrant and healthy cities… The people living there are nice, cheerful even. I know this because it’s been quite my favorite place for the last two months. As I look at my reflection in the mirror, I fondly recall the memories of my walks in its streets, wandering around, finding a new restaurant and enjoying a pizza, stumbling by surprise upon acquaintances I’ve barely met and having a wonderful afternoon, filled with laughter and thoughts, discovering a new clothing sh

Hobbies and Passions

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Hobbies and Passions

"Oh, my God," Bailey said, "there he is." Amira looked: right behind a young, giggly couple entering the bookstore, right before the door closed behind them, a tiny little man slipped inside. He stepped out of the way of the next customers, enormous sneakers pummeling the floorboards and flying away as he brushed off his little wool trousers and straightened his little gray blazer. Amira stared at him with bald fascination; Bailey covered her mouth and blushed furiously. He trekked across the broad plain of hardwood and ducked between a woman's red pumps, disappearing into the shelves. "You really like him, huh? You go for the short, older, mysterious types?" Amira elbowed her friend, standing a head taller than herself. "He's been coming in a few times a year for the last three years. Why haven't you introduced yourself?" Bailey looked scandalized. "I don't like him like that," she stammered, "and I can't just start talking to him. What would I say?" "Tell him what you're into. I

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The Rebound

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The Rebound

It was an uneventful Sunday afternoon that found me locking my front door and stretching my legs for a brisk constitutional, one that mystically situated me around one of my three favorite public houses. Respecting the ineffable wisdom of what gods oversee us, I ducked in for a pint. Hardly had I removed my jacket when I recognized a certain Mr. Crowder of my acquaintance; as he had likewise recognized me, I was obliged to take a seat beside him. I waved for a stout, drew a deep breath, and we began: no, the weather wasn’t behaving as it should; yes, the saber-rattling was likely only so much wind; how on earth has such-and-such politician retained his office, after the latest scandal. Having confirmed the welfare of each other’s families, lastly, we were technically free to address any topic our minds might conjure. I signaled the bartender and stood Crowder for another round of plain, for which he was grateful. Slowly we sipped that dark milk and counted the various whiskies on the

Aviophobia

Hobbies and Passions

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Hobbies and Passions

"Oh, my God," Bailey said, "there he is." Amira looked: right behind a young, giggly couple entering the bookstore, right before the door closed behind them, a tiny little man slipped inside. He stepped out of the way of the next customers, enormous sneakers pummeling the floorboards and flying away as he brushed off his little wool trousers and straightened his little gray blazer. Amira stared at him with bald fascination; Bailey covered her mouth and blushed furiously. He trekked across the broad plain of hardwood and ducked between a woman's red pumps, disappearing into the shelves. "You really like him, huh? You go for the short, older, mysterious types?" Amira elbowed her friend, standing a head taller than herself. "He's been coming in a few times a year for the last three years. Why haven't you introduced yourself?" Bailey looked scandalized. "I don't like him like that," she stammered, "and I can't just start talking to him. What would I say?" "Tell him what you're into. I

Heartstrings

The Rebound

T

The Rebound

It was an uneventful Sunday afternoon that found me locking my front door and stretching my legs for a brisk constitutional, one that mystically situated me around one of my three favorite public houses. Respecting the ineffable wisdom of what gods oversee us, I ducked in for a pint. Hardly had I removed my jacket when I recognized a certain Mr. Crowder of my acquaintance; as he had likewise recognized me, I was obliged to take a seat beside him. I waved for a stout, drew a deep breath, and we began: no, the weather wasn’t behaving as it should; yes, the saber-rattling was likely only so much wind; how on earth has such-and-such politician retained his office, after the latest scandal. Having confirmed the welfare of each other’s families, lastly, we were technically free to address any topic our minds might conjure. I signaled the bartender and stood Crowder for another round of plain, for which he was grateful. Slowly we sipped that dark milk and counted the various whiskies on the

Vore Day 2019: Craving Those Tacos

Aviophobia

A Date with the City

A

A Date with the City

It’s a lovely city and it has it all: parks and gardens, coffee shops, good restaurants… Its streets are filled with the agitation shared by all vibrant and healthy cities… The people living there are nice, cheerful even. I know this because it’s been quite my favorite place for the last two months. As I look at my reflection in the mirror, I fondly recall the memories of my walks in its streets, wandering around, finding a new restaurant and enjoying a pizza, stumbling by surprise upon acquaintances I’ve barely met and having a wonderful afternoon, filled with laughter and thoughts, discovering a new clothing sh

Hobbies and Passions

H

Hobbies and Passions

"Oh, my God," Bailey said, "there he is." Amira looked: right behind a young, giggly couple entering the bookstore, right before the door closed behind them, a tiny little man slipped inside. He stepped out of the way of the next customers, enormous sneakers pummeling the floorboards and flying away as he brushed off his little wool trousers and straightened his little gray blazer. Amira stared at him with bald fascination; Bailey covered her mouth and blushed furiously. He trekked across the broad plain of hardwood and ducked between a woman's red pumps, disappearing into the shelves. "You really like him, huh? You go for the short, older, mysterious types?" Amira elbowed her friend, standing a head taller than herself. "He's been coming in a few times a year for the last three years. Why haven't you introduced yourself?" Bailey looked scandalized. "I don't like him like that," she stammered, "and I can't just start talking to him. What would I say?" "Tell him what you're into. I

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Worthy of Note

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Worthy of Note

Bradford stood in silence before his tent and looked to the south. Mexico was only 90 minutes away, easy to drive but too far to see. A thought floated up to the surface of his mind: he’d never been to another country before. Well, he wouldn’t today, either. The sky was a a panel of dark cotton batting that seemed much closer than he expected. Everything out here was wider, flatter, and bigger than back home. It amazed him, how a sky could appear larger than where he lived, and how a large sky could appear closer. The craggy, charred mountains in the distance tempted him to hike out and explore them. Bradford was told this would b
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I'm a Size Fantasy/spec-fic writer. Much of my work explores Gentle relationships among tiny people/shrunken people in a normal-sized world. I run a quarterly writing contest (bit.ly/sizeriot) and am open to discussing commissions (patreon.com/aborigen).

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Thanks for watching!

Thanks for the watch! :)
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aborigen-gtsProfessional Writer
I woke up to several last-minute stories, but I got them all loaded and linked correctly (I hope!). The contest has been posted, and now I'm spreading the news.
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Thanks for the watch :)