The day couldnt have been more beautiful. The sun was shinning, the temperature just right and the lovely sound of birds chirping all around me. Everything aligned to create the perfect atmosphere to sit outside and type a new Coiled Fist story.
Ideas came to mind on what I should write about. Most of my stories centered around shrinking and the use associated with tiny men or women subjected to dominant men. Whether that be a stern but caring giant or a giant with little concern for the littles well being. The growth aspect managed its fair time in thought too. This time around, a shrinking story was on the table.
Whilst I did this, outside I sat, on the porch, people walking and running by. I had on jeans, a long sleeve and my blue slippers. The slippers were my favorite to wear around the house. After so much use, the things were getting worn, my foot imprints deep in the insoles. My usual choice of footwear was hightops. But, wearing them in my apartment wasnt the best idea, especially since I wore them outside and tracked in whatever was unlucky to fall under my soles.
Ideas came to mind on what I should write about. Most of my stories centered around shrinking and the use associated with tiny men or women subjected to dominant men. Whether that be a stern but caring giant or a giant with little concern for the littles well being. The growth aspect managed its fair time in thought too. This time around, a shrinking story was on the table.
Whilst I did this, outside I sat, on the porch, people walking and running by. I had on jeans, a long sleeve and my blue slippers. The slippers were my favorite to wear around the house. After so much use, the things were getting worn, my foot imprints deep in the insoles. My usual choice of footwear was hightops. But, wearing them in my apartment wasnt the best idea, especially since I wore them outside and tracked in whatever was unlucky to fall under my soles.