Chapter 7
Mattie went to work the next day, just not in the same way he expected. His mommy woke him up and changed him out of his night time diaper and into a dry daytime one. She slipped a onesie on over him and buttoned it between his legs, and put on some socks and tennis shoes. She fed him breakfast in his highchair, and just like that she led him back to her S.U.V., buckled him into the car seat, and drove off to greet the morning.
The boy...
"You'll understand when you're a grown-up."
How many times have you heard that? You have no idea at this point.
Truly.
You've lost count. Of everything.
The diapers.
The bottles.
The high chair feedings.
The nights sleeping in a crib.
The condescending head pats.
The cheek pinches.
The YEARS! Literal YEARS!
You've been stuck in this stupid nursery, crawling around like a baby, forced to play with dumb ...
2021-08-18 00:40:41 +0000 UTC View PostThe rest of that Friday morning passed by without either open defiance or clever subversion. The rebellion that was ‘Why Day’, once quashed, turned into a bunch of quiet whines and attempts to suck-up in order to get playground privileges back. No more ‘Why?’. Instead the question became varying degrees of ‘Am I being good?’.
“Yes,” Beouf, or Zoge would sum up. “That doesn...
Uploading a finished story. Also as far as I know my first foray into unbirthing and medical horror.
Also, fun fact. If you like Neal Shusterman you'll love the end of the first act, and vice versa.
An old Cushypen story, here for you to peruse. Set in the world of "The Struggle", an intern gets a flu shot with some unexpected side effects. Actually kind of a happy ending
2021-08-12 12:03:16 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 6
“How does that feel?” Mommy asked Mattie.
Bad. It felt really bad. Mattie was shivering, achey, itchy, and very, very embarrassed. None of it good. He was shivering because he’d just gotten out of the tub. After nap time, Mommy had plopped him in and given him a bath.
Not just a bath, though. Not just any bath.
First she’d taken out a pair of electric clippers and shaved Mattie down, everywhere...
You're on the daycare playground having the bestest time! You're about to go play in the sandbox when...
You stop...
You look straight ahead...
You bend your knees a little...
You start to push...
As the mess oozes out of you and into the back of your pants, you start to suck your thumb a bit. It feels so right when it reaches the point where it starts coming out on its own and you don't have to push any more as much as just let it happen.
“Pssst” Tommy whispered to me on our way out of the cafeteria after breakfast. “Clark.”
I snapped out of my haze and pivoted sideways as much as I could look at Tommy while still being forced to hold Ivy’s hand. “What?”
Unbelievably, I was more than slightly hungover and had been debating whether or not to go in my pants now or hold it till after Circle Time on the off chance...
The Pastel Gift
Vampires don’t have many heroes, historically speaking. When one lives their unlife in the shadows, it’s very difficult to pick their own historical role models. Vampirism resulted in a secret society less like the Illuminati and more like the Sith. Eternal nocturnal existence wasn’t a vast sweeping empire that secretly influenced society through the ages as much as it was secretive little pockets of vampires and the thralls they let i...
If I made merchandise; ie T-shirts; Novelty Books; Physical copies of already published stories; would you consider buying them?
2021-08-02 03:11:14 +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-...
2021-08-02 02:56:30 +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-62...
Thursday Night.
The television clicked off. The Muffets were on and Lita Coreno was about to do her famous rendition of ‘Fever’, arguably the bit that first made the show in Season 1. It was a classic, and something I felt I needed to watch right then.
I pounced up to my feet, letting the blanket slide off my bare legs. “Hey I was watching tha-!” I froze in embarrassment, realizing that I wa...
2021-07-31 21:38:06 +0000 UTC View Post
Storytime folks! So recently, yours truly happened to cross digital paths with a certain Lizzy James over on Twitter. We got to chatting it up and then she said something akin to "We should do a supervillain team up!" (Okay...I may be misremembering the EXACT language used, but you get the idea.)
So what did I do? I said "yes" of course!
I wrote a little monologue, she recorded and performed it and here are the fruits of our collective labor. Here's...
Storytime folks!
So recently, yours truly happened to cross digital paths with a certain Lizzy James over on Twitter. We got to chatting it up and then she said something akin to "We should do a supervillain team up!" (Okay...I may be misremembering the EXACT language used, but you get the idea.)
So what did I do? I said "yes" of course! I wrote a little monologue, she recorded and performed it and here are the fruits of our collective labor...
Chapter 48: Mommy’s Boy.
Tommy woke up surrounded by crib bars. Rather than a shock, it was something of a pleasant surprise. It was a nice feeling, like being wrapped up and swaddled by the bed itself. Everywhere on his periphery he was guarded and safe.
“Looks like someone’s awake just in time.” A head popped up right behind him. It was one of the caregivers. No longer in direct contact with Malacus’s atmosp...
Chapter 5
“Here’s your mail,” Mattie said, handing the bundle of letters to a very important grown-up at a desk. The grown-up didn’t didn’t look up; just handed Mattie a bit of outgoing mail.
“Here.”
Mattie was grateful for that. He didn’t like it when people looked at him like this. He felt dreadfully embarrassed. When a grown-up would look at him, they’d wince at first, and do a double take. Then th...
I cried all day that first Wednesday. It was spectacular! The best day I’d had at school since I’d come back. Big time fun and all it cost me was another sleepless night of telling Janet through the baby monitor how much she’d ruined everything until I passed out in the pre-dawn blackness. It was nice.
Like the previous day- shit; like most good things in my life- Wednesdays successfully marvelous...
"Who's a good baby?" The daycare lady coos at you. "Who's a good baby?" You are! You don't say it; you're too full of the giggles. She runs her fingers up your sides, tickling you like an eensy weensy spider and making you wriggle and kick on the changing table.
She unsnaps your onesie and shuffles it up above you diaper. More tickling on your bare feet and legs. More giggling. The last of the pee pee trickles out into your soaked p...
Chapter 47: Work Hard, Play Harder
I don't need a spotlight
I don't need a crowd
I don't need the great wide world
To shout my name out loud
Don't need fame or fortune
Nice as those things are
I've got all I need
To feel like I'm a star!
“Playground?” Tommy asked. “What playground?”
Charlie pointed a finger towards a door that Tommy hadn’...
Chapter 4
WHAM’s one good non-Christmas song was being piped into the massive corporate office of PharmaCorp when Mattie began his rounds. Appropriate, because Matthew was full on jitterbugging and wide awake.
“Morning Karen! Morning Meredith!” Mattie performed his usual mail sorting routine with an added amount of pep in his step. “Morning Joe!” Heh. Morning Joe. That meant coffee! Mattie couldn’t help but feel brig...
2021-07-18 11:50:01 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 55: Technically...
Tuesday.
“Okie dokie, Clark,” Mrs. Beouf said to me. “For today, I want you to paint a frog, okie dokie?” I didn’t react. I just stood there at the easel, lightly nodding. “You can paint the frog any color you want, too. Okie dokie?” My eyes were wide open constantly scanning the periphery like a meerkat searching for predators. My tongue kept licking the inside of my teeth. “Clark?...
Chapter 54: Every Little Thing Falls Apart
“Are you sure you want to do this?” It was Janet, because of course it was. She’d coaxed my cooperation out of me by dangling this last meal in front of me and now she was trying to talk me out of it. “This could...this could go not the way you want it to go.” She sounded cautious; choosing her words carefully. Trying to let me down easily.
I was still in my sailor suit. From...
People think that love is patient. They think that love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It goes on a bit, all the great and benevolent things about love and how nice it is. It’s a nice sentiment.
It’s also patently false. Love is when you feel incomplete, missing something, like a hunger for your soul. Then suddenly, you meet someone and they compl...
Chapter 46: Navel Gazing
“So what are we doing?” Charlie asked. “What game?”
He still looked a little uncomfortable given their recent conversation as to how and why he ended up in this eternal nursery. Tommy might have noticed it if he hadn’t been so busy trying to distract himself.
The eighteen year old who seemed closer to eighteen month old picked himself up and looked around the room. Reflexively Tommy tried to smoo...
Chapter 3
“Shit!” Mattie cursed through clenched teeth. “Shit...shit...shit...shit…!” The sun was just barely cresting through the window of his Air BnB but Mattie had already been awake for a good fifteen minutes.
When his alarm had gone off, he’d woken up to urine soaked sheets sticking to clammy thighs having wrapped around him as he tossed and turned in the middle of the night. At present he was busy scrubbing the mattress; add...
Chapter 52: Anything but Child’s Play
Right after nap time I was taken out of the crib, checked, and lined up. All said, it was pretty fast. Only Jesse and Mandy ‘needed’ changing. Everyone else was either dry or ‘not that wet’’. A shame, the mean survivalist part of my brain decided. If I had been the only one clean and dry I might have warranted the boldness to ask for the toilet a second time that day; being making a case for my “developmen...
2021-06-26 23:19:01 +0000 UTC View PostMommy and Daddy look at each other from across the gameboard. Game board? With hippos? Hippo board? Whatever. You're playing Hungry Hungry Hippos when their noses wrinkle and they look at each other. "It's your turn," Daddy says to Mommy.
You frown. There are no turns in Hungry Hungry Hippos! That's what's so great about it! "Nuh-uh," Mommy says. "I got the last one just before dinner."
"That was just wet, though." Daddy ar...
2021-06-24 20:27:46 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 45: Coming Distractions
Everybody's
Got the right
To be happy.
Don't stay mad,
Life's not as bad
As it seems.
If you keep your
Goal in sight,
You can climb to
Any height.
Everybody's
Got the right
To their dreams...
Tommy’s eyes widened. “F-f-free preview?” ...
2021-06-20 14:00:07 +0000 UTC View Post