A True Story.
I was down on the living room floor, playing with my mother’s old sewing machine. I was volunteering to work at the local Renaissance Faire (yes with an ‘e’) and was trying to make my own tunic like all the other Ren Faire nerds.
Mom had been dead for a couple of years and Dad sure as hell wasn’t using it, so nobody minded when I ‘borrowed’ it. (A word which here means I walked right out with it, no intention of returning i...
“What are you doing with this?” I asked, flapping the Little Voices pamphlet up at my co-worker.
Janet sighed. “Clark, maybe you should sit down.”
“No thank you,” I said. My tone was harsh and stern, even if my words were courteous.
Janet looked away, avoiding eye contact. “Mind if I sit down?”
I really did mind her sitting down. But sitting down made he...
“The Hall of Mirrors?” Riley groaned. “Your idea of a fun time is to bump into our own reflections for ten minutes? Really?” She tilted her head back and rolled her eyes. “I thought we were going to do the Tunnel of Love first.”
Carrie cocked an eyebrow. “You’d rather make out in a raft being pulled along a giant kiddie pool filled with hose water?”
“If it’s with you, yes.”
Carrie didn’t have a good ans...
Just poking my head in to let you all know that yes, I am still alive! Yay! Halfway through the year!
Just rolled out more content for Perpetual Change for my collaborator Piece of Soap. Dude is a MACHINE! And I burned a bit of my own midnight oil getting stuff for TCP.
NOTICE: If you took the time to read this and want to commission me for a short story on Cushypen (and you're a Cushypen Subscriber) DM me here.
I'm working on at least two more posts this ...
While I normally try to hit retrospectives on Mondays, Wednesday just FELT right. Y'know? I'm weird sometimes.
Anyways, here's one of my few (maybe only?) cracks at semi-realistic fiction. No magic or mind altering effects beyond the "magic" of Hollywood and the desperation of a struggling actress.
“What’s going on between you and Grange?” Tracy asked me as we helped our students try on their makeshift graduation robes and hats.
I cocked an eyebrow. “Who?”
My assistant gave me a half-dirty look. “Ms. Grange? Amazon? Dark hair? Third grade?”
“Oh, Janet…” I said. “I think Elmer’s hat needs another staple.”
Tracy rolled her eyes and scoffed...
Chapter 27 Unexpected developments
If you trust in your song
Keep your eyes on the goal
Then the prize you won't fail
That's your grail
That's your grail
“This isn’t what I had in mind when you said we were going to the riverbank,” Tommy said to his centaur companion.
Both he and Nox stood at the edge of what was technically a river. The keyword in this scen...
So here's a tiny little gem I skipped over. I'm half embarrassed, half proud of it. Outside of Diaper Dimension, it's my only true and sincere attempt at Fan-Fiction.
2020-06-22 13:30:41 +0000 UTC View Post
The fight had all been forgiven by the next morning. It’s how me and Cassie’s fights usually went. I’d hit the snooze button just the once, gone to the bathroom, shaved, and gotten dressed. Cassie had gotten herself up in the meantime and handed me one of my breakfast shakes. I never called those things ‘breakfast of champions’ because I never felt like much of a champion when drinking one....
2020-06-18 20:51:52 +0000 UTC View Post
You wake up with a yawn. The hotel bed is oddly comfortable and you roll over to bury your face in the pillow, your body automatically fighting against consciousness. There’s no point though. Not really. The adrenaline and excitement from Chronocon is now fully in your system. You’re a kid on Christmas morning. (Wouldn’t that be weird? If they had a Christmas themed room?) You’re awake. And without even having to open your eyes, y...
2020-06-16 18:28:15 +0000 UTC View Post
Chapter 26- New Adventures.
You'll have a treasure if you stay there,
More precious far than gold.
For once you have found your way there,
You can never, never grow old.
In the great forge hall of the dwarves, Tommy stood aghast .“Leadshoulder?” All around, the great burning song forges of the dwarves were dark and cold. Where once great anvils hammered hot to keep rhy...
Chapter 25- New Neighbors
Charlie played with his toy turtle, scooping it through the air and making whooshing noises like it was some kind of reptilian fighter plane. It was just after bath time, and Charlie was playing on the carpet of his nursery in just his diaper while Mommy was switching into her night robee
It was kind of the routine.
The turtle was supposed to be a bath toy; a cute buoyant thing with a concave bowl in the shell t...
2020-06-09 13:50:50 +0000 UTC View Post
Chapter 24- Old Scene, New Rules
And if you're feeling cross and bitterish
Don't sit and whine
Think of banana splits and licorice
And you'll feel fine
“Friend Tommy!” Nox, the centaur beamed as Tommy dangled by his armpits. “It’s good to see you again!”
Reflexively, Tommy grabbed at the burly centaur’s forearms, trying to force the horse-man to let go of him. ...
Chapter 23: The Call Back
And I feel it in my veins
It's a feeling I can't tame
Can anyone please explain
Why, why, why
Why I'm bouncing off the walls
BONG! BONG! BONG!
Tommy sat up in bed, barely registering the squish of his wet Goodnites. The last thing he’d remembered was nodding off in the backseat of Mom’s car. Mom must’ve carried him in. C...
Everything was peaceful and relaxing in Rhyse’s dreams. He didn’t consciously know it, but he’d already begun counting himself down to sleep. Before he knew it, he was back in the little stream, just relaxing.
“Hey there, little buddy,” the giant whispered to him. “I can tell you’ve already started to relax. Good job.” Rhyse smiled. He liked making Mr. Giant happy. Speaking of happy… “Does your thumb still have ...
Rhyse woke up in his crib during naptime, the mobile above his head still gently playing music above his head. He couldn’t see the soaking wet diaper beneath his onesie, but he saw the swollen bulge rising above his crotch, and felt the room temperature squishiness enveloping him. He’d been put down dry, but it didn’t last.
It wouldn’t be long before Sky came in and changed him. It wouldn’t be long before he was set down on the floor and allowed...
2020-05-30 02:48:56 +0000 UTC View Post
“Mr. Gibson,” Mrs. Brollish said, “you have a lot of explaining to do.”
I stood at full attention, my back to the chair I’d declined to sit in. To Brollish’s right, Raine stood there, eyeing me like a dog does a steak. To my left was Mrs. Beouf, acting as my Union Representative. This was almost a shot for shot replay of my last close shave. Almost.
This was f...
2020-05-26 00:52:47 +0000 UTC View PostThis might be my longest work to date. Enjoy getting back on the ride on what might have been one of my most far out concept and executions.
2020-05-25 15:22:04 +0000 UTC View PostHoly cow, guys! Holy cow! I'm so excited!
First thing's first: This month's winning Gold-Tier patron has been selected. There's a message in your inbox but I'm not naming you in case you wish to remain anonymous (it happens).
If you follow Piece of Soap (Highly Recommended) you've got an idea of how things are going on Perpetual Change from a graphics and technical point of view.
From a writing point of view, I would guess that things are closed t...
Chapter 22- Not So Fun and Games
Give them no reason to stare
No slipping up if you slip away
So I got nothing to share
No, I got nothing to say
“Happy birthday to youuuuuuu,” the crowd of party guests sang. “Happy Birthday to youuuuuu.” Tommy sang along. “Happy Birthday dear Deviiiiin. Happy Birthday to youuuuuuuu!” Tommy clapped along with the other...
2020-05-21 18:20:49 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 20: The Actual Morning After
Stomach cramps, again. It wasn’t quite noon, and I was still making trips to the toilet. I really must’ve done a number on myself that last night. Several extra rounds to the bathroom were still preferable to what I’d dreamed about.
I didn’t go back to sleep afterwards; just cuddled with Cassie (among other things) until hunger and stiff joints coaxed us out of bed. I was sprawled out on the co...
Chapter 19: The Morning After
Stomach cramps. That’s what woke me up. All the rum and coke I'd had were catching up to me. I had to pee like a racehorse, too. More side effects from the uncountable number of refills I’d had throughout the last night.
I don’t get hungover. I don’t experience the lethargy, or light sensitivity, or headaches, or nausea like they don T.V. Never have. Instead, my bathroom trips just in...
2020-05-15 14:00:04 +0000 UTC View Post
It was dark by the time our little caravan got back to the trailer park. Bert and I had had more than a few drinks waiting for the rest of the family to finish their shopping, and the sun had just gone down by the time we’d pulled into that last stretch of road on the way to Misty Brook. I wasn’t blitzed, but I was definitely not good to drive.
I was lazily hanging my head out the sidecar, enjoying the whoo...
2020-05-14 20:49:01 +0000 UTC View Post
Some bad news and some good news. Good news first: I’ve been going to church and it’s working. It took a couple tries, but I think my theory about the Fay and religion was at least a little bit correct. On the right track, let’s say.
There’s this one church in the historic part of town. It’s old. Very old. Doesn’t even have heating or air conditioning. If it weren...
2020-05-12 22:44:51 +0000 UTC View PostCheck out what I think is either one of my more nonsensical or more experimental pieces.
You be the judge.
2020-05-11 15:55:03 +0000 UTC View Post
Chapter 21: Afternoon Delight
That face, that face
That dangerous face
I mustn't be unwise
Those lips, that nose, those eyes
Could lead to my demise
That face, that face
That marvelous face
I never should begin
Those cheeks, that neck, that chin
The rest of the school day was a blur of too simple classes, too simp...
2020-05-08 20:13:02 +0000 UTC View PostSo this is some people's favorite story of mine. If its yours tell me why in the comments.
2020-05-04 14:44:43 +0000 UTC View Post
Charlie and Samantha were drunk. Regardless of what you’re about to read, please keep that in mind. Also, being more than a little tipsy was perfectly acceptable in this context. Cheap beer and fried foods are the hallmark of any good carnival, and Charlie and Samantha had had so much of the former and not enough of the latter that things were elevating themselves to “Best Carnival EVAR” levels. Sometimes a belly full of booze and grease, in just the...
2020-04-30 22:58:11 +0000 UTC View Post