Here’s a collection of mini-stories I’ve written over the years. Feel free to PM me about them sometime.
WARNING: Some of these are fairly dark. I reserve my freedom of speech.
Crunchy Footrest
Hard-working giant feet are a treacherous thing for a tiny to find himself near. Looming, undiscriminating and often wide, they are even more life-threatening when catching a human in the act of stealing their precious food. They like to exact their revenge slowly. Your bones don’t stand a chance.
You come to - on an uneven, rippled surface surrounded by deep darkness. A linear, blinding white light paints your clammy, chiseled features. You’re dazed, cold, and confused as to where you are or why you’re even here. But then, it all starts slowly coming back to you - the seemingly innocent hunt for food in a garden you seemed to miraculously come across, right as your feeble stomach was tearing itself apart.
You were stuck in an unfamiliar place, but with no idea what to do. You commanded your arms and legs to move, with little success.
There’s movement behind you and you completely freeze.
PLOP! A warm, callous brute force comes out of nowhere and forces you mercilessly into the plush surface below. Seeing stars, you grunt and squirm and holler for relief as your cartilage and bones scream at you for answers. Your eyes adjust, and you can hardly make sense of what exactly you’re seeing... a colossal pair of soles?
Before you can open your lips which were seething in agony already, another colossal foot stacks on top of the other, doubling the weight and crumpling you around its heel like paper.
SNAAAAP. Your vision goes blurry as your back gives out, breaking in two places. You unravel from the calloused heel, broken, the dominant sole literally flattening you into the surface below. An inhuman scream escapes your lips as the air leaves your body. A dark chuckle can be heard in the background, but you’re hardly coherent enough to notice.
You’re stuck beneath the giant’s feet, broken, for what seems like an eternity. Every so often, you’ll get a frank reminder that you’re still alive as he grinds his soles into your already mangled flesh.