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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
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
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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
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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"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
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
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
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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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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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In Bruges; Delicatessen; The City of Lost Children; Spirited Away
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Moone Boy; Daredevil; Catastrophe
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The Secret History (Donna Tartt); I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings (Maya Angelou)
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The #CruelJan20 topic has been announced! Read about it here: https://sites.google.com/view/crueljan20/sign-up
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The nominations are in! Please vote for the next #CruelJan Size Fantasy contest topic!
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Three Years of Size Riot
...as I like to keep saying! That means this independent Size Fantasy writers contest is an institution. We've averaged 20 writers over 12 contests, with a total of 120 writers having submitted at least once. That sounds pretty impressive to me. Now, I'd like you to step back and think about the amazing stories you've read in these contests. Think about the writers you know and love and maybe the new talent you've been introduced to. "When you read a story by _____, what can you expect to find? What is _____ known for?" Please take this poll to speak to the characteristics and strengths of these writers. None of the questions are mandatory; I've limited the roster to writers who have submitted to three or more of the contests. (If you're a writer who wants to be removed from this list, please reply, DM, or email me ASAP.) As well, we're getting ready for the next year with CruelJan20. Signups are here, and if you have any opinions, please nominate an additional theme for the
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"The Mysterious Island - Island of the Giants"
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Thanks for watching!

Thanks for the watch! :)
About an hour to go (unless you are on eastern time) how is it looking?
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 :)