TCFootography
It's one of the websites of all time, they say.
So, What's This Website, Then?
I'm not sure yet what this website will be exactly. But I know I'm quite unhappy with the state of social media and all these huge corporate platforms, and I'm actively thinking of deleting all my stuff on them, which would result in this website serving new little home on the web. It may be a rickety home for a while, but I'm quite sure I will continue tinkering with it every now and then.
Work in progress, I suppose…
Hi, I'm Troy.
Well, not really. That's a good start, isn't it?
No, Troy Carsan isn't my actual name. It's just my online persona. But other than that, I assure you, I'm a real person.
Well, A.I. would say the same, wouldn't it? This introduction is going great.
If I haven't scared you off yet, you can go here to learn more about me.
Big Sister
Big Sister is my unfinished story. Yeah, I know—I should finish it. But life gets in the way, unfortunately. Also, there's a lack of motivation.
I still want to archive Big Sister here, though. So, if you're (re-) reading it here, please, don't expect new chapters. I hope you enjoy.
Here's the latest chapter I've added to the website. Thank you for reading.
Big Sister: Chapter 3
Adrenaline shot through Jasmin’s entire body. Her heart beat faster. Her focus became clearer Time slowed down Everyone around her was moving at half speed. Her mind uncontrollably calculated the fastest route through the maze of panicking people, evaluating their movements so she’d know how to move, when to zig-zag, when to turn, until she would reach her destination, her, literally, big sister’s gigantic toes.
She shot another glance upwards at her sister’s face. Jenny looked very pleased with herself and the situation. Clearly she enjoyed the power and control she had over all those people. Jasmin had never once imagined that their roles would switch so radically like that. Because, usually, she was the more controlling sister, whereas Jenny had the rather timid personality.
The giantess started counting out loud, “Twenty… Nineteen…”
Continue reading the rest of the chapter.
Or go to the Stories page to select a chapter.
My GTS Collages
I used to passionately make GTS collages back in the day.
This is the latest I've managed to re-edit and upload here.
Continue here if you want to see the collage on its separate page, bigger, and with more context.