Steve Grogan is an ongoing contributor to Writer to Writers. He has published several short stories on the site, which can be found on the main page under the heading “Steve Grogan’s Fiction.” He has had several poems and short stories published over the years, some of which are available on Amazon. (See the announcement at the end of this post.)
He is the writer and creator of the ongoing, zombie, post-apocalyptic, Romero-meets-Dungeons-and-Dragons webcomic REDemption. Alternatively, Steve describes the comic by saying, “It is to zombie fiction what KILL BILL was to kung fu movies: everything I love about the genre housed under one roof and mixed with my voice.”
November 11, 2008
Time 9:04AM, Mood Edgy, Size Normal length and girth
The size we’ve all been waiting for!
But I know it won’t last.
November 12, 2008
Time 8:13PM, Mood Bored, Size 4” (length), 2” (girth)
They’re playing A Nightmare on Elm Street on AMC tonight. If only that could be my life! Just let me wake up to discover this has been nothing more than a bad dream, or let the madman my parents burned to death kill me in my sleep. Right now, either one of those outcomes would make me happy.
Speaking of horror movies, I just realized something. For the longest time, I have touted George A. Romero as the reigning King of Horror Directors, with his movies full of gore and social commentary, films you could enjoy on a superficial or intellectual level. When you watch any of his movies, it’s like digesting a full meal.
However, given my current condition, it’s time for the King to be dethroned. I think it’s only fitting that Cronenberg gets moved to the top of the list, considering my life would make a great plot for one of his “body horror” flicks.
November 13, 2008
I don’t feel like writing down the time/mood/size stats anymore. In fact, I don’t want to write in this journal period unless something significant happens, so that’s how it will be from now on.
And since I am a shut-in who has nothing significant happen in his life, that means I will probably never write another word here again.
November 19, 2008
It’s been a month since I started recording the data. I read those stats repeatedly. Every day. Multiple times. As far as I can see, there is no pattern. Then again, I’m not exactly a data analysis expert. But who could I possibly contact that would be willing to review such crazy numbers for me?
Wouldn’t that be one hell of a thing to ask one of the number crunchers at Value Scripts? “Here, fellas. Help me understand my shapeshifting dick.” Then again, I have talked to people there about how I used to write horror stories many moons ago; maybe I could convince them I started writing again, and the plot of my life would be the plot of this nonexistent story. I could say, “Based on these conditions, do you think this poor schmuck will determine there IS a pattern to the changes?”
No, screw it. That plan is too complicated. I’ve got something in mind that is much easier. It’s time to set some boundaries for myself here.
One more week.
That is my time limit.
If I don’t notice a pattern by next week, I’m going to make a choice about what to do with my life.
November 26, 2008
I crunch these numbers every way possible, but nothing becomes apparent. There’s not a soul in the world who would believe a young fellow would want this, but I wish I were an old man with a sagging, broken turkey neck dick. What I wouldn’t give right now for a life where impotence was the norm!
Then again, that wouldn’t have any impact on my problem. The size curse has nothing to do with whether I am hard or soft. Jesus, imagine dragging a flaccid penis of varying lengths around for your entire life. On the other hand, I would never have to worry about it slamming into a ceiling or crashing through a window.
Piss on this. I’m not going to stay trapped in this apartment forever, and I am sure as hell not going to let myself die a virgin. As soon as I have returned to a somewhat normal size, I’m heading out to take care of both situations. They tell people with physical and mental disabilities to not let their lives be defined by their handicaps; I need to think the same way.
If you like what you have read and would like to purchase this serialized novel as one complete PDF, then please send $3.50 to Steve via PayPal: firstname.lastname@example.org
Also, don’t forget to check out his other writing at the following links below:
Author: Redemption Comics
Steve Grogan was born in the often-filmed city of Troy, NY. He has written in a variety of formats (novels, short stories, poems, screen and stage plays, blogs/articles) and genres (horror, science fiction, fantasy, mystery, drama).
Steve is also a father, a boyfriend, a musician, a fitness fanatic, and a martial artist. He has been studying Wing Chun Kung Fu since 1995, and he maintains a blog/YouTube channel that describe his training habits, epiphanies, and advancement. It also candidly discusses his stumbling blocks, such as his struggle with nutrition and mental health issues.
He is no relation to the New England Patriots quarterback from the 1980’s.