Originally written for Aborigen’s quarterly Size Riot contest: GentleApril 2019. So far, the story I’m most proud of. She did not cross the river again until she was old enough to be the mother of the girl she was at last crossing. She left once night became gray morning and heaved a boulder before her threshold,… Read More Restoration
Originally written for Aborigen’s quarterly Size Riot contest: CruelJanuary 2019. If it seems like the briefest flash of all my flash fictions so far, that’s because it is, as a result of being rushed out on the night of the contest’s end. A remake may emerge, in time. It may seem, to you, a dreadful cruelty… Read More A New House
Originally written for Aborigen’s quarterly Size Riot contest: WritersOctober 2018 (Big Couples theme) “Welp, folks, you’re still watching SadReax on the final night of Titans’ Royal season four, and we’ve made it to the final ten.” From inside the virtual battlescape, the 60-foot freckled avatar of SadReax, flicking $12 of customizable red-and-violet tresses from… Read More PvP
Originally written for Aborigen’s quarterly Size Riot contest: GrowthJuly 2018 Her name was Elzare, and it rhymed with “star.” She was not in the sky (yet), but she was the right temperature, and glowed in the dark with the severe pop of her melanin. Not even 22, and it was a matter of frequent… Read More Do It for the ‘Gram
Originally written for Aborigen’s quarterly Size Riot contest: GrowthJuly 2018 Fainan thought climbing a mountain would be easier as a giant. But he wasn’t even properly gigantic yet, and he found himself stopping every ten minutes to gulp the frigid air and rest his sore, stretching body on the sloping earth. He would dig… Read More Big Impression
Originally written for Aborigen’s quarterly Size Riot contest: GentleApril 2018 Even for a woman of her size, her grin was unusually wide this morning. Salena said not a word as her relatively small lover parked the Land Rover in the usual spot by the sea cliffs, hopped down the rocky slope out of the… Read More Salty
“Lie on my back Clouds are making way for me I’m coming home, sweet home” ―Darren Korb, “I’m Here” “It was their idea that I use the other name.” Alison had pressed herself hard against Tracy’s chest. Tracy turned off the lamp and laid with Alison on the bed. Tracy knew exactly who… Read More Release and Relapse: Chapter Two
