Chapter 51: Fallout
“How the fuck do you know her?” Charlie asked. “That doesn’t make any goddamn sense!”
Tommy looked askance at his new friend. “What are you talking about?” Unable to play it completely cool, his eyes kept flitting back to Amanda, sitting blissfully on the carpet; a line of drool coming out of her mouth as she chewed on her finger.
“I’ve been here for close to twenty years, and you’re the first person I’...
Chapter 67: Tough Questions
“No! Maxine!” Sosa screamed there on the carpet of the OT/PT room. “Don’t! We don’t have to keep the bird! I swear!” She back crawled to the corner, trembling at the sight of her infuriated lover.
Winters held the diaper in hand, unfolding it before her cowaring girlfriend. It wasn’t a ‘true’ diaper; not like the one I was trapped in. There were no ‘adorable’ decorations so that whoever ended up...
The place smelled of must and hot, still air, but Jillian only noticed because of the distinct lack of breeze. The brick and mortar building, without air conditioning, was still insulated enough so that the insides of the old restaurant wasn’t an oven. It was hot, but so was outside. It only felt hotter because of the lack of airflow. No chance for a breeze in a building that had antechambers before the main dining room and kitchen.
“Okay,” Jillian admitted, “...
(Commissioned by Areat)
Chapter 2
Wendy woke up achy all over with a crick in her neck causing her considerable discomfort. She’d fallen asleep on the floor of her own bedroom, her back against the wall parallel to her closet and her notebook opened to the very beginning of the fifth chapter she’d been meaning to study.
One chapter. She’d spent the rest of the night pouring over one lousy chapter of legal history. Combined with the ...
As a general rule, I don’t believe in karma; not the pop-culture version, anyhow. I don’t believe that people who do good in the world are rewarded so that despite their suffering they’ll see a net positive and that people who do bad are punished despite their prosperity so that they’ll experience a net negative. The world wouldn’t be like it is if that were the case. I don’t think there’s a balan...
2021-10-02 12:48:58 +0000 UTC View PostSo wow. It happened. A little 300 people subscribed to this patreon. Wow. I'm supposed to be good with words. But just...wow.
When this site hit 250, I gushed and gushed and gushed, and poured my heart out because I legitimately didn't think the site would reach 300 as quick as it did. I figured I'd have a longer time in between so that I'd have more to talk about when it got here.
Wow. Fucking wow. Just....wow.
I guess I'm ...
Chapter 2
Walter would be lying if he ever said he’d never fantasized about attractive women seeing him naked. Puberty had been a thing and no one could control the crazy things that hormones whispered to them; only what one did with those whispers. The three hours immediately following his very public accident had destroyed and warped those boyhood fantasies beyond recognition.
Sarah, a neighbor of his, saw to that. She fit the attractive part. Her light brow...
I’d never before been to the Oakshire Community Center. It wasn’t because it was a known Amazon hangout or anything; everything in Oakshire was a known Amazon hangout. Almost every space in Oakshire, if not the entire world, was built with Amazon customs, dimensions, and desires in mind. Amazon was treated as the default. Everything that wasn’t Amazon was the variation.
I’d just never been. The...
Chapter 50: Just Before The Fallout...
History and human nature has shown that addiction is a powerful thing. People have been brought low by it and their lives, connections, and livelihoods destroyed by it. Family ceases to matter and gets pushed away. As does bills, maintenance, jobs, and any form of self-care. Friends cease to matter too. An addict’s only friends are other addicts, and the relationship is not a real friendship but bui...
It’s impossible for someone to know what they’ll do in a crisis. Some people train for months to years just so that muscle memory and practice will kick into place; let the body take over when all the mind wants to do is fight, flee, or freeze. No amount of practice can ever truly prepare a body for reacting to trauma. When blood enters the air, bones crack, or shots ring out; when death looms large and reminds you of its eternal presence: That’s when people find out which i...
2021-09-20 23:22:09 +0000 UTC View PostI stood in the OT/PT room with my gang of Little rabble rousers. As stated previously, school therapists, all school therapists, have hectic schedules on multiple campuses and are stretched thin for resources and time. That was good for me. That was why my first session with both Skinner in the Speech Language Therapy room and now Sosa in the Occupational Therapy/Physical Therapy room was specifically with the three o...
2021-09-18 13:21:38 +0000 UTC View Post
So I did not draw this. Check out Arkham Insanity for that. http://deviantart.com/arkham-insanity. Commission them.
But here we have yet another page for our "little" picture book. It could be taken several ways, perhaps it's just good old fun headspace inducing designed to give those littlespace feels.
Not gonna lie, though. In my brain, all of these pictures are from a ...
(Commissioned by Areat)
Chapter 1
Wendy sat at the dinner table with her mom and dad, numbly shoveling meatloaf and spoonfuls of peas into her mouth while her parents talked about their days. Her ears were picking up every little sound that came out of her parents’ mouth but her brain wasn’t translating it. Their conversation was basically white noise mixed in with the scraping of her fork on the plate, gulps of water, and her talking to herself....
The Adult Little League, aka ‘The A.L.L.’ sat in stunted wooden chairs, looking up at Chandra Skinner, Speech and Language Pathologist.
Giving my new group of friends and fellow inmates such a stupid, pretentious name practically out of a comic book didn’t help reinforce the idea that we weren’t kids, but it helped improve morale. Plenty of movements, organizations, street gangs, and secret societies had pretentious na...
Chapter 1
Most would say that Walter Klammer never had a ‘proper’ childhood. Littles rarely did. Tweeners and Amazons got that luxury: that innocence; that period of soft and cuddly; that ability to make mistakes and grow and learn and be just wonderfully silly and self-indulgent. When childhood is something that is natural, and normal; and outgrown as one’s interests, emotions, and capabilities expand; it is a most pleasant thing.
When childhood is something t...
Splash Zone: The Disneyland of Water Parks. Also coincidentally one of the major water parks that was open year round and NOT owned and operated by Disney or one of its fellow megacorporation competitors. And like all good theme parks Splash Zone was part nostalgia, part right of passage, part tourist attraction, and part tourist trap.
Just past the entrance, in a sign painted in bright yellow letters and glossed over to look like they were dripping were the words &n...
A commission by Arkham Insanity (commission them)https://www.deviantart.com/arkham-insanity that myself and @TheAndyroos .
Is it Amazon propaganda?
More important question: Which one are you?
2021-09-09 02:20:40 +0000 UTC View PostSo, oops, I did it again. I teamed up with Lizzy James, took some of her photos (with permission) and wrote a neat little caption story for you to enjoy.
Lizzy James is a really cool person. You should google her. Perhaps with other search terms. I don't know. Or find her on twitter @babylizzyjames where her profile may or may not has relevant links.
Enjoy!
-Personalias
The afternoon was just cooling off after our naps. It had rained that morning but it was nothing more than a sun shower. More than enough time had passed for the following sunshine to evaporate the remaining water droplets. It was an ideal time to be outdoors. Warm enough so that people in loose fitting airy clothes could be outdoors, but not so hot that anything more would result in people drowning in their own swea...
2021-09-04 14:44:32 +0000 UTC View PostYou've gotta say: This is turning out to be a pretty good playdate. Your friends are on the floor, building the greatest city in the world, (or at least the nursery carpet)! All of you are on the floor, on your hands and knees, working your padded butts off.
Ginger is building the towers for the city out of blocks. You're laying down railroad tracks that you're going to pretend are regular roads. Roy is making citizens out of playdoh. Goo...
So here's a fun little side tour for y'all!
First off. SPOILERS! I did not draw this. Not even close. Not by a longshot.
This fantastic bit of art was done by Arkham Insanity and they were commissioned for their work.
Please please please support them!
https://www.deviantart.com/arkham-insanity/journal/Commissions-are-Open-623508...
2021-09-01 19:26:05 +0000 UTC View PostSynced Up.
“What’s this?” Elizabeth asked, picking up the tiny little keychain ornament up from among the clutter encased in cardboard boxes. She squinted at the almost egg shaped disk in her palm and the tiny screen on it as if doing so might give her more clarity. “Jericho?” she repeated herself. “What’s this?”
Jericho looked up from his spot on the couch, blinking himself back to life. He’d zoned out again. The T.V. was on, but h...
So here's a fun little side tour for y'all!
First off. SPOILERS! I did not draw this. Not even close. Not by a longshot.
This fantastic bit of art was done by Arkham Insanity and they were commissioned for their work.
Please please please support them!
https://www.deviantart.com/arkham-insanity/journal/Commissions-are-Open-623508...
2021-08-30 22:58:00 +0000 UTC View Post
So here's a fun little side tour for y'all!
First off. SPOILERS! I did not draw this. Not even close. Not by a longshot.
This fantastic bit of art was done by Arkham Insanity and they were commissioned for their work.
Please please please support them!
https://www.deviantart.com/arkham-insanity/journal/Commissions-are-Open-623508...
2021-08-30 22:51:16 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 9
A few days later in the top floor of PharmaCorp corporate headquarters, three very different women met, gathered around a large mesh pen, peering down at the nearly naked man inside.
The first, the maiden- or at least maiden like- was Candice Northeaster; heir apparent to Northeaster Care. Still in the bloom of her youth she was dressed to lure the unsuspecting bees to her in negotiation with subtle hints of honey: The way her top showed a bit of...
“Ooo awf awffng ow?!”
“Clark. Chew. Swallow. Then talk.”
I finished wolfing down my bite of massive cheeseburger with the fried egg on top and took a sip of soda. Back in those days I swear I could almost eat like an Amazon, be hungry an hour later and not gain a pound. I leaned forward in the restaurant chair and lowered my voice to a whisper. “You’re dropping out?” I whispered to my girlfrie...
This is not a story. Though Technical Difficulties would make a good title
My power is out and the company is dodgy about when it’s coming back. Yaaaay weather.
I’m writing this from my phone and trying to find a workaround but there may be a delay in releasing any stories today.
2021-08-28 16:36:48 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 49: Mercy Killing
Come to me, Cosette the light is fading
Don't you see the evening star appearing?
Come to me, and rest against my shoulder
How fast the minutes fly away and every minute colder.
Hurry near, another day is dying
Don't you hear, the winter wind is crying?
There's a darkness which comes without a warning
But I will sing you lullabies and wa...
2021-08-24 00:02:42 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 8
“Your little boy toy has royally fucked up.” Mrs. Northeaster said to her daughter. She took the glass of whiskey off its coaster and knocked it back before setting it down. “I’m sure of it.” It was her third glass and she was only just now starting to feel any kind of mellowing buzz.
Candice was pacing back and forth, threatening to wear a hole in the rug. If she hadn’t kicked off her spike heels she very well...