Where can you find the middle parts of the shrinking Stan shorts, so far I’ve only found 1(discovery) and 2(catch)… And is it part of brothers chosen?

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@borrowedtimeandspace – It is definitely not a part of Brothers Chosen, that much I can say for certain.

Those shorts are a part of a series of prompts that I’ve challenged myself to write. The trouble is real life gets in the way, so I’ve been a little slow catching up. I do plan to write more of them pertaining to the shrinking Stan shorts, and eventually expand them into a proper story. This is sort of my way of making a jumping-off point for myself without feeling pressured to sit down and crank out a bunch of full chapters while I’m also trying to keep up with assignments for school.

More will be coming soon, I promise ❤

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November 9th excerpt:

Before he could retreat more than a hair, Sam darted forward with his own hands, landing them on top of John’s fingertip. “Agreed!” he echoed his older brother.

John’s finger nearly flinched in tandem with Dean’s much smaller hand, but he managed to breathe and keep it still, taking Dean’s cue for when to shake his finger up and down ever so slightly.

His eyes widened and his jaw nearly dropped when Sam’s tiny hands joined both of Dean’s.

I really really loved the A Little Change (the Bowman and Jacob size swap) and was wandering if you’re going to continue it? ^o^

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@neonthewrite–

I love that AU a lot, too! And I definitely plan to continue it and other stories like Chase In Lilliput. The explanation for why some of my projects slowed down this year can be found in this post. Now that my writing challenge is done, I plan to get back to some of those fun projects at last!

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November 8th excerpt:

Struck by a thought, John carefully reached a hand toward the brothers, extending a finger to Dean with an amiable look in his eye. “Shake on it?”

Dean recoiled from the hand, his eyes darting from the extended finger up to John’s expression to read his intent. Spotting nothing but honesty in the planes of John’s face, he hesitantly reached forward.

As his hand approached the waiting finger, Dean’s much smaller fingers brushed against the thick skin and flinched. Reaching forward again, Dean gripped John’s fingertip, finding his entire hand inadequate to cover the entire surface. Using that same determination, Dean reached out with his second hand as well, clasping the rest of John’s fingertip and a bit of his nail, the rigid surface ungiving between Dean’s hands as he shook them up once, then down.