Updates:
Oof! What a year!
My husband is recovering and things are currently calm on the surgery/medical front. thank GOD
I know I still have commissions to finish! Now that it’s getting less crazy, I’ll have time to work on them. I have a few days off next week for a mini-vacation, and a lot of it I want to spend writing when I’m not sleeping off the stress. Once those last few get finished, I may reopen commissions again! Last time I opened them, about three days later everything went to hell. Last year I lost four family members within like six months, had to replace my car early this year, and the new one is STILL not working perfectly, and my husband had multiple surgeries. I need a long week of sleep.
We’ve got quite a few more stories waiting in the wings, and I can’t wait to see what everyone thinks! Thanks so much for coming along with us!
And the winning story, with 51 out of the possible 100 votes, is…
Bigfoot’s a Hoax!
Out in the natural beauty of the Sylvan Lake State Park, a camper’s gone missing and is presumed dead at the same time as rumors about a honest to god giant appearing in the forest to stalk hikers and hunters crop up. Sam and Dean will need to unravel the mystery and keep their wits about them to solve this case.
Our first collab featuring the canon Supernatural Sam and Dean Winchester, clashing with the world’s largest teddy teenager! From extra smol to extra tol, Jacob gets no breaks.
Sneak Peek:
By silent agreement, both brothers crept forward, keeping an eye on the strange sights around them. Dean hopped into a deep depression in the ground, almost slipping on a hidden mudbank. Sam glanced to the side and saw that a tiny stream trickled through the underbrush.
It ended at the depression, and as Sam looked behind them, it restarted. Sam grabbed Dean’s jacket, hauling him out and pointing. Dean sucked in a gasp, spotting the familiar mark of a gigantic boot in the soft ground.
“Crap.”
“C’mon, let’s go.”
This time, Dean took point as they edged to the clearing. Once they got there, Dean froze again in disbelief.
“Bigger guns my ass,” he said weakly, reaching behind his jacket to pull out his colt. “We might need the damn military.”
The boots that made the huge print in the ground were planted in the earth across the clearing, weighed down by their truly colossal owner. Even crouched, the creature loomed well overhead, and some of the smaller trees in the forest would be cast in that shadow.
The giant, if it stood, would reach a lofty 120 feet, at least.
Its dirty clothes were worn and those car-sized boots caked in enough mud that entire small tree branches could be seen stuck to the side of the huge sole. One light step for the monster would prove devastating to either brother, and the giant might never even know it had successfully taken out a hunter.
Massive lungs hidden within that muscular torso drew in and released breaths, the source of the breeze Sam heard. The trees nearest the giant all waved their branches from the air.
Before more of a plan could be made or more details assessed, that breathing paused, and the giant lifted its huge head. As if in slow motion, it turned to look over its shoulder for the source of the disturbance in whatever it was doing. One of its massive hands came into view and braced against one bent knee, and it was a startling realization to note that each finger was the size of a person.
The brothers were outsized by fingers.
Then, the face angled towards them, and eyes the size of their heads locked on them.
Story begins July 8th at 9pm est!
Brothers Apart 